July252014

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July242014
“It was the summer when we all
unlearned drowning,
and the kids were climbing trees
trying to touch lightning
and the parents were forgetting to hold us
closer.
Tuesdays felt like Saturdays every week
because we didn’t know that
we were always supposed to be
waiting for something better than today.
The neighbors dug holes looking for
treasure,
and the grown ups dug holes for another
burial that would take place later.
It was a summer of almosts,
and even the birds still talk about it.
You were the best lie I told,
and some days I still believe you really
did happen to me.
But then I think about the the way you ran
from your mother when she tried to tousle your hair,
and I know that I would never be able to love you right.
There were winters softer than
that summer was,
but they are harder to remember.
I left your name somewhere to rot with the
peaches and dying trees,
but they still show up in my poems
whenever I listen to the birds gossiping too long.
I am waiting for Saturday to come back,
and on my worst days,
I am waiting for you to come with it.” Y.Z, another confession (via rustyvoices)

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July232014
“Respect yourself enough to walk away from anything that no longer serves you, grows you, or makes you happy.” Robert Tew (via spvandi)

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July222014

Meet Biddy, The Travelling Hedgehog

Those of us who want to travel but do not have the time or the money finally have a solution – we can travel in spirit together with Biddy the hedgehog, a little guy on Instagram whose travel photos are becoming insanely popular.

Toni DeWeese and Tom Unterseher, Biddy’s two loving owners in Oregon, take him on adventures almost every week throughout the Pacific Northwest. He visits mountains, forests, waterfalls, and the occasional donut shop.

[instagram] [h/t: catsbeaversandducks]

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July212014

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Audrey Hepburn photographed by Luc Fournol in Paris, 1962.
Audrey Hepburn photographed by Luc Fournol in Paris, 1962.

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July202014
“Do not teach your daughters to be ‘pretty.’
Do not entomb her in a pretty pink tower
and insist that only the degree of her physical appeal
may set her free.
Teach her to fight her way out,
to consume books and spit knowledge
to lesser boys who insist she is just beautiful
and nothing more.
Teach her to love her body
not to manipulate and put a price tag on herself
as a defined worth
she shall be immeasurable
she shall be more than this.
Do not let her break herself down
when the boy in kindergarden hits her
because he likes her.
What are you really teaching her?
Pain and love are not synonymous
neither are pretty and perfection.
Teach her to be kind
to be harsh
to be demure
to be wild
to be sensitive
to be thick-skinned
But good god,
Do not teach your daughters to be ‘pretty.’”  Michelle K., Do Not Teach Your Daughters to Be ‘Pretty. (via onlyblackgirl)

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2PM
“Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands math as much as they claim. You’re here one day and the next you’re not. God? Religion? I’ve learned a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs kissing. Take photographs having sex. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you’re puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? Go find it.” something someone should have told me when i was eighteen  (via irynka)

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