violentwavesofemotion:

“It was December but it wasn’t December.”

— Gail Mazur, from Zeppo’s First Wife: New & Selected Poems; “In Houston,”

violentwavesofemotion:

“December’s language is imprecise grief and drunkenness.”

— Nelly Sachs, tr. by Eric Plattner, from The Seeker: “Enigmas of Night,”

antigonick:

“—night with blazing stars, an alien moon—night full of strange noises.”

—

Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

softest-silk:

my hair is braided loosely, my face is mosturized, i smell of roses and my room smells of vanilla as i drift off to sleep on this dark november night.

(Source: angelxb4by, via violentwavesofemotion)

aquariushawty:

if they wanted to, they would’ve

(via okayysophia)

theclassicsreader:

“I am sorrowful in November.”

— Anne Sexton, from “Hurry Up Please it’s Time” (via theclassicsreader)

frogmp3:

bisexual privilege is having impeccable taste but ultimately sabotaged by having little to no brains

(via bloodthirstypandasfromthesky)

atrevetesiquieres:

beyonslayed:

dearlydeerling:

blackberryshawty:

Say it with me girls: hypersexual behavior won’t cure your depression

It’s a self-perpetuating cycle of feelings of emptiness that can lead to more dangerous and high risk behaviour. If it’s trauma-based, it can be retraumatizing and keeps PTSD active and hinders healing, especially if you have never had a healthy model of relationships and are pursuing lite versions of past abusers, hoping to “correct” the past with a nicer/less damaging version “of your choice”…

Until you you’re in a better mental state and have a good relationship with your own mind and body and a better idea of what a good relationship is actually like, following such impulses can only do a lot of damage.

i did not ask to be dragged today

(via okayysophia)