Coin Operated Girl
"It was as if my father had given me, by way of temperament, an impossibly wild, dark, and unbroken horse. It was a horse without a name, and a horse with no experience of a bit between its teeth. My mother taught me to gentle it; gave me the discipline and love to break it; and- as Alexander had known so intuitively with Bucephalus- she understood, and taught me, that the beast was best handled by turning it toward the sun.""I’m not gonna sit around and waste my precious divine energy trying to explain and be ashamed of things you think are wrong with me."
Esperanza Spalding (via likeafieldmouse)
"To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go."
Mary Oliver, from “In Blackwater Woods” (via the-final-sentence)
(Source: growing-orbits)
4:42 AM.
When I see you face to face, will I feel as if a stranger? Will I feel the familiar pull of our embrace? Will I feel betrayal? Animosity? Indifference? Isn’t it funny to you, that after all our pain, our struggles, our fights, you will end up here afterall. And you’ll start going through those exact motions, only with her.
It’s not funny at all, actually.
It’s an unnecessary twist.
Never gets old…. I feel….
Who snuck into my room to draw pictures of me
(Source: sarahseeandersen)
I chose to be a red head yesterday!
Curse in my bones.
I think that some people call it by a sacred name, cradle, treasure, and let it flourish underneath their care. They thrive in its existence. Instead, I fear it. I think love is, in most forms, such a strong likeness to fear that I cannot separate the two. I cannot say to love, ‘Consume me,’ without a sickly angst crawling up my spine. I feel weak when I love, but when I suppress the act, this choice, to love, I fear the echo of the chamber within me. I wonder if others empathize with this strange pattern. It so often pleads with me, pulling me up and dragging me back under. Into kindness, into resistance. Into trust, into caution. Closer to you, and further away. Like a game of tug of war, the weighing heave of each side. Hovering in the middle, my bones begin to ache.
"The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it."
(via revisedreality)
(Source: ruineshumaines)
We all carry these things inside that no one else can see.
They hold us down like anchors. They drown us out at sea.
"Those are just things you’ve done, not who you are."
28 Days
Psychdelepant
Agghhh my head hurts SO MUCH, I have an overwhelmingly long list of things I have to do..
"Don’t read too deeply into the things I say. You might drown."
I Wrote This For You
