i see beauty
in everything
but me
 

"I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through. Tell me what the word “home” means to you and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mothers name just by the way you describe your bed room when you were 8. See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? See, I wanna know what you think of your first name. And if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mothers joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind. Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel. Do you believe that Mary was really a virgin? Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea? And if you don’t believe in miracles, tell me, how would you explain the miracle of my life to me? And for all the times you’ve knelt before the temple of yourself, have the prayers you’ve asked come true? And if they didn’t did you feel denied? And if you felt denied, denied by who? I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling good. I wanna know what you see in the mirror on a day a day you’re feeling bad. I wanna know the first person who ever taught you your beauty could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass. If you ever reach enlightenment, will you remember how to laugh? Have you ever been a song? See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living. I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving. And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other people’s wounds. And if you dream sometimes that this life is just a balloon that if you wanted to you could pop—but you never would because you’d never want it to stop."
Andrea Gibson (via idterab)

2 days ago with 924 notes

skipxd:

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erraticintrovert:

Battlescars.

The face of a true King

so fucking raw

Fuck those pretty high def pictures. This that real shit.

I love this his face is so badass

A lion does not get where he wants to be by asking for it. He fights and he fights fucking hard to be the king of pretty much everything. I think there is a lesson in that. You want something- happiness, money- whatever. You want something you fight every damn day for it and wear that shit with pride. If you are unhappy, take happiness and own it and radiate it with every ounce of your being. Do not wallow in the darkness, the lion does not wallow. 

me at the end of the semester

image

3 days ago with 50,093 notes

by the way, i can see it in your eyes
you’re angry with your life, not a stranger to the fight
i bet you hate every man that you date
and you’re probably addicted to all types of escape

3 days ago with 62 notes

"

“We are more than the worst thing that’s ever
happened to us. All of us need to stop apologizing
for having been to hell and come back breathing.

Your bad dreams are battle scars.
What doesn’t kill you cuts you fucking deep
but scars are just skin growing back
thicker when it heals. ”

"
Clementine von Radics (via paperboatsandaeroplanes)

3 days ago with 271 notes

yourhomegirlbd:



Pac stood up, and it’s the first thing you heard him say in like, two weeks of court. ‘You know, your honor, throughout this entire court case, you haven’t looked me or my attorney in the eye once. It’s obvious that you’re not here in the search for justice, so therefore, there’s no point in me asking for a lighter sentence. I don’t care what you do cause you’re not respecting us, this is not a court of law; as far as I’m concerned, no justice is being served here, and you still can’t look me in the eye. So I say, do what you wanna do, give me whatever time you want, because I’m not in your hands, I’m in God’s hands.

I love him. 108372947th reblog.

OHHHH THE LAST SENTENCE THOUGH. TELL EM HOW ITS DONE IN THE HOOD, PAC.
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wat3rlilly:

smerrk:

do this to me

Holy crap

Somebody please
such beautiful alphonse mucha pieces
uhm, me???