Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life
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I said, “No one has to know what we do,”
His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room
And his voice is a familiar sound,
Nothing lasts forever but this is getting good now
(via stephiesunshine)
Flowers,beach,high waisted shorts,messy hair,bikini tops.
(via glitteryfacecupcake)
I think I lost my soul and heart
Will I find them if I looked there?
don’t turn this into some deep shit
i wanna know where the hell my DS went
Almost every girl’s box would be filled to the brim with hair ties and/or bobby pins. Bet.
highkey want a boy who’s taller than me and has messy hair and nice eyebrows and is strong enough to lift me and carry me when I’m tired and is intelligent and can carry smart conversations and calls me beautiful and treats me right in front of his friends
Me: *wakes up next to bae*
*slowly gets out of bed*
*brushes teeth*
*takes shower*
*puts that extra vanilla scented lotion*
*does my hair*
*moisturizes*
*puts on deodorant*
*slips back in bed*
*bae wakes up*
Me: don’t look at me I’m a mess I just woke up :(
Her hair was wild and untamed, her skin warm like the sun. Her looks could just about maim, her lips as dangerous as guns. And though her eyes were as cold, dark, and deep as the sea, there was a fire that burned in them, in which everyone could see.
She left a blazing trail no matter where her gaze set. But don’t get it wrong, she wasn’t angry just yet, though her mind was at a place far from tranquility. She had lived in a dreamland that demanded equality but just now had been forced to face the harshness of reality.
Her heart was heavy, jaded, and weary- she’d search far and wide. There just wasn’t a beautiful ballad written for those of her kind. For all the love songs and poems were only for the girls with skin like porcelain comparing to pearls, eyes colored like the skies- these accepted aesthetics written solely for those who are blind.
Her hair wasn’t like silk and she wasn’t “sweet” or “soft”. Her body screamed power, her mind hard like a rock. She wasn’t what most would see as an angel, never innocent, never as pure as snow. She was magnificently beautiful, despite all this, and didn’t need a few simple lines nor society to tell her so.
melanin-mya, “A Poem for the Pigmented” (via wnq-writers)
I was at walmart the other day, and I was sitting on a bench waiting for my mom to pay, and I was braiding my hair because that’s something I do when I’m bored, and this dude walks by and says, “hey baby, what else can you do with your hands?” I gave him my most polite smile and said in the sweetest way possible, “strangle you.”
And I think I actually scared him because his eyes got kind of wide and he just walked away.
I wish I had this kind of confidence