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For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.

So collapse.
Crumble.
This is not your destruction.

This is your birth.

n.t. (via albinwonderland)

I have legs
that are always battered and bruised.
There is a filth
associated with the fact
that someone molded you
in their image, not yours.
Do you belong to yourself?
Did you ever really?
Your mother did not teach you
the treacherous ways
in which a woman must claim herself
over and over again.
Bloody tongues,
hesitant hands,
these are the things
that will kill me.

Michelle K., 8:19 in the Morning. (via blogjolras)

Do not be afraid to be weak. Do not be ashamed to be tired. You look good when you’re tired. You look like you could go on forever. Now come into my arms. You are the image of my beauty .

Leonard Cohen (via f-reska)

whorchacha:

I’ll eat you whole I love you so

psychophoria:

psychophoria is a word of my own pen
from psukhē, a soul, a breath
from pherō, to bear, to carry
a carrying of your self and
the weight of your soul on your shoulders

i know how crushing it can be
to carry myself alone
but with you by my side
my soul feels as light as a feather
and i remember that i can fly

You could break my heart into
tiny
little
pieces,
and I’d still pick them up
and put them back in your hands.

Broken Ballads (via c-oquetry)

ginandjack:

your hands
made stars
trail heat and light
upon and under my skin
your lifts, scratches,
and drags
oily
but sometimes sharp
raising and razing
my soft palette
shivering with
longing and
delight

remember
when you painted
new constellations
on me all the night?