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toxicwinner:the smarter u are the more men arent funny

toxicwinner:

the smarter u are the more men arent funny 

I am begging you to post more audios of you reading your poetry! You have the stolen vocal chords of a goddess, so powerful, yet I can still hear all the underlying emotions as you read xx

That is SO NICE. You don’t understand how much I love being told that I have a nice voice it makes me come over all giggly! (And I’ll certainly put in more effort to do spoken word more often) xx

I don’t think I’m a wild thing. Like those girls that I write about. Like those girls...

I don’t think I’m a wild thing. Like those girls that I write about. Like those girls who run with wolves and don’t wait for anybody. I’d wait all fucking day. I’d wait at a train station with flowers in my hands and I’d wait for the front door to open. I’d say that I love you first. I’d say it a hundred times before the words even left your lips. I’d stay. I’d look after you. I’d brush the hair out of your eyes. I wouldn’t be cold or indifferent or cruel. I’m not distancing myself from anything. I can’t. Maybe I admire the girls who run with wolves, maybe I want to be one, but today I’m not and I think that’s okay too

“You found me, mouth like a pomegranatepicking flowers in my...

“You found me, mouth like a pomegranate
picking flowers in my mother’s field.
an invitation of sorts. 
You took it as one and spent five months
thinking about slipping your fingers into my mouth.
I think the Earth changed the day we met,
It had been waiting for you to bare your teeth
and swallow me whole
It had been waiting for the cup of your palm
around my neck except you didn’t have to beg baby
you said “let me show you what flowers look like
from the earth up.” 
and I said “yes, please. Show me your flowers,
show me your dead, show me your fingers.” 
My mother warned me about gods like you,
hungry, greedy gods like you 
all desire and no thought
all want and no logic
I was the same. 
I skipped with you into hell
Artemis knows dragged, I know this:
I held my arms outwards and let you tie them
so softly that I asked what they were made of
and you said “prayers.” 
We kissed at the entrance, open-mouthed
furious kisses
we kissed like we were starving, 
kissed like the dead were crawling out of hell
I decorated your dark with flowers
and sat on your lap and fed you petals.
It makes me burn when they say
“Hades stole Persephone.”

and I tell them “No. 
I stole him.”

The original post for this can be found here, I really enjoyed writing it so I hope I did it justice 

I have an 8tracks for anyone who wants to hear my favourite playlists!

I have an 8tracks for anyone who wants to hear my favourite playlists! 

What do I do if a man loves me too much? He watches me, with the earnestness of a boy, smiles and is so sweet with his words and lets his soft soft heart be seen. He gives it to me so freely I can barely stand to take it. But he was brash in our prior frie

Love him as earnestly as you can. Don’t deliberately hurt him. Be so fucking grateful that he can adore you so openly. Sometimes he’ll get hurt indirectly but he’ll forgive you for that. You’ll be okay, you’ll be okay. That fear of hurting him? That’s what’s going to stop you from doing it. 

"There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let..."

“There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.”

- Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

notebookings:Leave Your Lover // Sam Smithsam smith’s voice...

notebookings:

Leave Your Lover // Sam Smith

sam smith’s voice does things to me that i cannot talk about

"Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As..."

“Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.”

- Brandon Oda

I was speaking to Lenny yesterday and I said “how come you don’t talk to me anymore?” And she said...

I was speaking to Lenny yesterday and I said “how come you don’t talk to me anymore?” And she said “because it seems to me like you’re always on some peak of emotion. And near you, I feel flat, I feel static. Like I can’t meet you there.” That sounded like a negative thing to me and just like that, I started crying. Not even little tears, but full blown, bottom lip trembling tears and I told her this and she said “see! That’s fucking beautiful. You’re the entire spectrum of human emotion confined in one being. You’re power.” And there are some conversations that just need to be remembered and this was one of them in case I ever forget that there’s strength in vulnerability and people (including myself) find it beautiful.