swooshmami:

White privilege is finding your name on a Coke bottle

(via fatqueerbabee)

"Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough."

Ernest Hemingway  (via sorakeem)

(via adeana)

"

It hurt like hell but oh god,
I loved you.

Past tense.

I don’t anymore.

That fact still surprises me;
When I find my mind conjuring your image after weeks of forgetting,
I feel nothing in my chest
And my mind quickly skips to someone else, somewhere else, sometime in the future.
Then the feeling is in my stomach,
But this time it’s an optimism -
Reaching, yearning for what is to come.

I have found a way to live without you.
I have found proof that pain is not permanent.
I have found out how good I am at surviving.

"

Moving by Georgia Radley (via illaqueated)

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gamergirl929:

" A moment, A love, A dream, a laugh, a kiss, a cry, our rights, our wrongs." 

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Andy sends me THE best pictures. Taken at Grand Tetons National Park, Wyoming.

She’ll be at my doorstep next Saturday. Crazy how time kinda flew by but not.

peaceisofus:

It’s ok to miss them from time to time. Just remember why you left. Things that sometimes warm the heart can also poison the spirit. 

(via browngirlinterrupted)

"Whatever comes, let it come. What stays, let it stay. What goes, let it go."

When I was talking to Andy last night, I was telling her about the next big purchase I want to make (a pair of Birkenstocks) and she laughed so loud and long and in between her laughing, exclaimed “Birkenstocks! Oh lord, what have I hitched my wagon on to!?”

O_o

Oh man, I haven’t been able to talk to Andy over the phone in like three days because of how iffy her service is at her campsites. She was able to call me for a few minutes while I was closing tonight and talking to her for those 15 minutes was like…everything. Literally can not wait for the next nine days to go by because I am too ready to be wrapped up in her again.

Dear Lioness, 

There are many things I fantasize about, and while some of them are sexual in nature, a lot of them stem from wanting emotional closeness with someone. My fantasy is having someone to share my life with, and that honest to god, scares me. 

This photograph was taken nearly a year ago, by my boyfriend at the time. I had just returned from my trip to Madrid, and practically fell into his arms upon arriving home. He spent the next week taking pictures of me in the most unflattering and random situations: brushing my teeth, ordering take out, arguing with the taxi driver; he said he wanted to capture moments that he so often took for granted and that he missed when I was gone. This was the last photo he took of me; he passed away in December. 

I have a strong love-hate relationship with this photograph. In so many ways it reminds me of him, and our time together, but it also makes me angry, and resentful for him leaving me prematurely. I fantasize about someone making me feel as happy, and loved as he did. 

whyravens 

(Source: asleepylioness, via fatqueerbabee)

"If you don’t get excited when you’re about to kiss someone then you probably shouldn’t be kissing them. It should get you riled up inside and should not be mediocre."

One of the places I turned my resume into called me back :)

starswereexploding:

Goddess bless the people who don’t say “so what have you been up to!” when you run into them for the first time in a very long time

Whenever things in my basket on the urban outfitters site is bought out before I decide to purchase them, I take it as a sign that I was just being frivolous and didn’t actually need those things.

You know what I really dislike? How I was working tonight and this girl that I work with, who I don’t really seek out for conversation because reasons, comes over and starts telling me how she’s going to New York as I’m processing a return. So obviously when people say stuff like that to you out of midair, they just want someone/anyone to listen to them brag for a sec. I smile and say “how cool” and she goes on to tell me how it’s her first PAID vacation (she made sure to stress that) and how her dad is giving her a $1000 just because and she gets to go to NY for a week, all paid for because somebody she knows has a place and she can crash and just…ugh. Over it. If I don’t know anything about you besides your first name, please don’t come to me to tell me how everything is right in the world for you currently. Especially when the best thing to happen to me all day was my meal at La Fonda and the fact that I got 3 grape jolly ranchers from the post office.

If that makes me a hater, so be it.