Ask & ye shall receive.

Submit.

i am happiest in the sunshine with salty hair, i like when my skin is sunkissed and my feet are bare. grilled cheeses never get old, and i would love if you just grabbed my hand and danced with me a while. i am amazed at the work of his hands, i am incredibly blessed because God is so faithful. this is an untraditional, unconditional love story y'all.

Slainte, Lucy
Please tell me
I’m not as forgettable
as your silence
is making me feel.

What To Do When Your Boyfriend’s Asshole Best Friend Says, “Hey, Never Trust Anything That Bleeds For Seven Days And Doesn’t Die,
Right?”
OR The Only Poem I’ll Ever Write About Periods.

Don’t excuse him because he’s had
at least three lite beers
and is sweating through his black button down
that his mom or exgirlfriend
probably bought him.
Don’t excuse him because he’s been turned down
by the last six girls he went on dates with
after meeting them on tindr
with a picture that’s seven years old
Don’t excuse him because
he’s usually such a nice guy
because you don’t want to be a bitch
because you don’t want to cause a scene
because when you were seventeen
your sister told you
no one likes an angry feminist

Tell him,
Hey, Asshole:
Let me explain something to you.
Every goddamn motherfucking month since I was eleven,
a part of me
tore itself to shreds
ripped itself apart inside me
and then remade itself.

So yes, I bleed for seven days
and I don’t die
You know what else can do that?
Gods.
Immortal beings.
Things of legend.
Fuck, I can even
create life.

So I say, never trust anything that can’t
bleed for seven days and not die.
You know what that makes it?
Weak
Fallible
Mortal.
So let’s see, hon,
What you’re made of.
If you can bleed for seven days
and not die.

Rip out his jugular with your teeth.
And when he bleeds for seven seconds
and dies,
spit on his corpse and say,
I thought not.

Katherine Tucker (via sirblack)

I feel like I could be friends with this woman

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(Source: determined-in-slc, via hannibalthecannibalmd)

5 months ago
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smartgirlsattheparty:

We all need reminders that we can change the world being ourselves. 
You can.
and you will. 
and you are loved.

smartgirlsattheparty:

We all need reminders that we can change the world being ourselves. 

You can.

and you will. 

and you are loved.

(Source: thepaperheartsociety)

6 days ago
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You don’t realize how alone you are until you’re staying up every night thinking about things you should never think of and you cant tell anybody because you have nobody to tell.
4:26am
7/1/14 (via phyxiated)

(via 6xi)

3 weeks ago
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It is a diagnosis,
not a definition.
It does not know you,
nor does it own you.
Perhaps I held you too tightly.