My favorite way to be held is in your gaze. A ten word confession #3
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Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers. Margaret Atwood, In Other Worlds (via aratoamin)
My soul is alight with your infinitude of stars. Your world has broken upon me like a flood. The flowers of your garden blossom in my body. Rabindranath Tagore, from “[My soul is alight…],” in Poetry (June 1913)
wildflower-faerie: autieblesam: lesbianshepard: my fave greek history story to tell is that of agnodice. like she noticed that women were dying a lot during childbirth so she went to egypt to study medicine in alexandria and was really fucking good but b/c it was illegal for women to be doctors in athens she had to …
floranymphea: Not having any money sucks! teenagers on the Internet post pictures of their NARS lipstick collections and I’m like, “do I really need underwear?”
spotte-d: Cake – THE QUEEEEN
tokyotic: Out of this world…
Even the constellations can see us now: we are seventeen and shattered and still dancing. We have messy, throbbing hearts, and we are stronger than anyone could ever know. Emery Lord, When We Collided (via wordsnquotes)
your soul will never stop singing for him, you think, and it is as if the moon is the only one that knows, and it’s better that way, it seems, that only you can see the stars form his smile, and your heartbeat is chanting his name, and all of this is your secret to …
the-positive-princess: ♡