October212014

shego:

anyone in or around St Louis please share this please help us find her

(via lce-tea)

October202014
“I feel like a girl most when I’m cutting my own hair
over the bathroom sink and leave the pieces
for my mother to clean up. He calls and tells me
of a dream he had where we moved in together
and all I wanted to do was leave. I’m texting
in all-capitals and writing in lowercase cursive
and I don’t know when this began to matter,
but it does. When he wears the sweater I bought
for him I cry into the sleeves because I know
he doesn’t love just anyone. Months later,
I am still keeping the light on for as long as I can
without having to explain myself. I see pretty teens
everywhere, pink-faced from laughing,
teeth glittering in their mouths. It makes my
heart sore. Remember driving around in your car
with the windows rolled down and the wind
in our faces going who knows where? The sun
so bright the streets couldn’t do anything
but shine. Happiness was your car and how
we were together in your car. Even now I am still
turning to you out of habit. Even now I always
look for you in the split second before laughing.
And I list the places I’m in love with but am unable
to visit. And I miss you. And the radio plays all
of our favorite songs. And I still can’t remember
how I was before.” Kristina Haynes, “Notes on Loneliness” (via fleurishes)

cars sigh SIGH 

October162014

The raging of two hearts.
The evil hand of an unknown spirit.
The cry of a broken wolf.
The black spot on your perfect face.
The smeared lipstick stain somewhere on your shirt.
The rain’s creepy shadowy gloom.
The dark, inviting bathroom floor.
The frozen moon-field hosts a war tonight.
The shattered existence of the roaring lion.
The dirty illumination of this lying sphere.
The heavy silence of that little girl.
The living curse of the stars above.
The burning death of a friendly fair stranger.
The bird that died, trying to escape.
Your acidic state of mind;
And the soul of a saviour denied.

You didn’t have to kill, you didn’t
have to kill.
You didn’t have to kill.

father oh father oh father, by lovinginpoetry.tumblr.com (via lovinginpoetry)
October152014

halfbunny:

please open your eyes & find & kill whatever it is in you that seeks approval, eat your daddy issues, call up the boys who spat in your hair in second grade & fuck them til they forget their names
acceptance is a boring drug & if they give you too much you never wake up
two rules: don’t be weak
if you’re in a bad dream, leave

12AM

infractos:

its so hard to be positive when you’re bleeding from your vagina

(via forgetting-neverland)

October92014

getloster:

i used to write so much poetry. i should start writing again

(Source: writeaboutsilence)

October62014
“I will not dance to your war drum. I will not lend my soul nor my bones to your war drum. I will not dance to your beating. I know that beat. It is lifeless. I know intimately that skin you are hitting. It was alive once hunted stolen stretched. I will not dance to your drummed up war. I will not pop spin break for you. I will not hate for you or even hate you. I will not kill for you. Especially I will not die for you. I will not mourn the dead with murder nor suicide. I will not side with you nor dance to bombs because everyone else is dancing. Everyone can be wrong. Life is a right not collateral or casual. I will not forget where I come from. I will craft my own drum. Gather my beloved near and our chanting will be dancing. Our humming will be drumming. I will not be played. I will not lend my name nor my rhythm to your beat. I will dance and resist and dance and persist and dance. This heartbeat is louder than death. Your war drum ain’t louder than this breath.” Suheir Hammad, poet, author and political activist (via littleghostwriter)

(via howitzerliterarysociety)

October42014
“Suddenly you’re ripped into being alive. And life is pain, and life is suffering, and life is horror, but my god you’re alive and its spectacular.” Joseph Campbell   (via 5000letters)

(Source: artfucker1996, via 5000letters)

October32014
ruinedxfate:

ruinedxfate:

ham-safar:

Rayhaneh Jabbari is sentenced to hang for killing her rapist in self defense in Iran. She is now 26 years old and has been in Tehran’s dreaded Evin prison since 2007. The petition for her release can be found here: http://bit.ly/1h7EP4D

UNBELIEVABLE

EVERYBODY SIGN THIS PETITION

ruinedxfate:

ruinedxfate:

ham-safar:

Rayhaneh Jabbari is sentenced to hang for killing her rapist in self defense in Iran. She is now 26 years old and has been in Tehran’s dreaded Evin prison since 2007. The petition for her release can be found here: http://bit.ly/1h7EP4D

UNBELIEVABLE

EVERYBODY SIGN THIS PETITION

(Source: captain-majed, via lce-tea)

October22014
“Hatred was never the goal
But look at how much
We’ve achieved.” Wars by Aishah Malak (via aishahmalak)

(via lovinginpoetry)

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