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“She is a ghost, drifting in and out of reality, lost on her way to something more, not really knowing what more is, or if it even exists.”

writingsforwinter:

When my daughter tells me the rape was her fault, I will

take her tears and mix them into the smelling salts

that will wake her up whenever she wants to die.

I will teach her the ways of the California Gold Rush:

will tell her that when a boy kneels between her legs…

queerbaitingforgodot:

[guesses correct password for old account] nice, ive hacked it

Never trust a man who howls at you like a wolf

without treating you like the moon.

― Meggie Royer. Metaphors My Mother Never Taught Me (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: schmab-elyse)

thew0lfqueen:

Don’t date someone you wouldn’t own a dog with

barebackinq:

a strip club but instead of naked women its cute dogs that you give dog treats to for them to do tricks

chickensandwich:

i don’t ONLY care about myself. i care about like 5 other people. and animals.

wearing all black today to mourn the death of my motivation

(Source: hyboothry)

I just want cute bras, nice tattoos and a chance to see the world
― (via deadlyvibes)

(Source: -brokenbones-)

I believe pain breeds wolves
and joys give rise to moons.

We grow forests in our bones
so our memories can’t find us.

I believe we hide and haunt ourselves.
Pavana (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: maza-dohta)

The female doesn’t want a rich man, or a handsome man, or even a poet. She wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and points to his chest and says, ‘Here is your home country.’
― Nizar Qabbani (via middlenameconfused)

(Source: wordsthat-speak)