I Am A Brutally Soft Woman.

I am a brutally soft woman.

Nayyirah Waheed (via rabbitinthemoon)

You have to love somebody that much to also hate them that much, too.

Arnold from The Absolutely True Diary of a Part Time Indian  (via discoveringthesoul)

Low-key I’m Always Praying For The Apocalypse

if everybody dies and we’re stuck  in this tiny city  again and again and again  wandering 5 AM like mist,  that’d be okay.  If the whole ocean  swallows me in pieces;  legs, lust, heart, wardrobe,  I’ll leave you that fucking necklace because that’s sort of the point.  There’s a beauty in doing your best to be broken. I’m so good at  cracked voices and bloody heads,  I should probably start charging  every time somebody touches my cheek.  If the trees wake up and start spearing us  with stormy voices and windsong,  tell us “you shouldn’t be moving so much”,  don’t say I didn’t tell you so,  but you can borrow my ax.  If I ever wake up from the dream,  don’t tell me. Pretend this whole continent  a nightmare. Fake that I’m still trying really hard to make you make sense,  or to make me make sense.  If anybody finds us, starts talking about survivors,  starts talking about hope, let’s tie rocks around their necks  and throw them in the water where the blue is black as your eyes. 

I want to dig out what is ancient in me, the mistaken-for-monster, its ophidian prowl, its raven-cursed rudiment - let it teach me how to be unafraid again.

Scherezade Siobhan   (via mirroir)

You should love for no reason.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov  (via rotttenpoetry-blog)

frank.