We looked at each other a little too long to be ‘just friends’.
― (via no6frahnocry)
Who hurt you so much that you started to hate yourself?
― Midnight thoughts (what made you so sad)

I can’t describe the sound of her voice
The music in her lungs
Or the rose pedals in her walk

But I imagine that her words
Are like fig leaves
That dance to the sound of opinions that refuse to be silenced
The conviction in her sentences
Can make an ocean question beauty of its own waves
I bet the stars spend hours in the mirror
Getting pretty
Putting on extra sparkle
Hoping that she will notice them in the moonlight
I imagine the morning gets jealous whenever she wakes up at noon
I bet the knees of twilight buckle whenever she compliments a sunset
I bet the streetlights shine a little bit
Simply because she is standing underneath them
I bet the sidewalk plays a symphony
Just to make sure that her feet have something to listen to in between steps

I can’t describe the sound of her voice
The music in her hugs
Or the rose pedals in her walk
But I know
I know that she is more than just another piece of land waiting to be claimed

She is an acoustic guitar
Waiting patiently for the hands that have been trained to hold her properly
She is a wind chime inside of a culdesac

And her skin is a melody
That very few men will have the pleasure of hearing

― my favorite. by Rudy Francisco (via maktubian)


There was a time in my life

when I couldn’t tell the difference

between a mirror and a window.

I could stand in front of either

and see everything,

but myself.

-Rudy Francisco

In America, we raise boys the same way we raise guns. Then we wonder why men act like rifles.
― Rudy Francisco (via fuckyeahrudyfrancisco)
I know this sounds weird but I wonder what my bed sheets say about me when Iʼm not around.
I wonder what the curtains would do if they found out about all the things Iʼve done behind their back.
I have a hamper thatʼs overflowing with really, really loud mistakes
and a graveyard in my closet.
Iʼm afraid if I let you see my skeletons,
youʼd grind my bones into powder and get high off my fault lines.
Rudy Francisco, My Honest Poem (via angryasianfeminist)
I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.
― Hanamoto Hagumi, Honey and Clover  (via larmoyante)
Do you know what I need? To escape into the mountains, surrounded by tall trees, I will lay on the moss, and breath in the scent of mushrooms, flowers and wet soil.
― Les Discrets,L’échappée (via dehanginggarden)
I remember seeing the lighthouse in the distance, and feeling her hand slip into mine on the car ride there. There was something in the way she kissed my lips that made me think that she knew this might be the last moment of us moving into the feeling of infinity together. Then suddenly we were in the sea together, being parted by the waves, but before I could be swept away by the force of my own future, the sound of her scream broke through my delusional concentration, and brought me back to the surface. I thought she needed to be saved. I could throw my limbs around her like I was made to keep her above the water. But then the sound of her laughter filled my ears, traveled across the sea, made love to the fucking sky, and I didn’t have to see her to know that she was safe in the arms of the ocean. I looked for her in my unfamiliar home, but before I could find her in the sea, I saw that she had been washed up on the shore; seaweed tied around her legs, mistaken for an affectionate eel, but looked tight enough to seem as if Poseidon was trying to drag her under. Trying to marry her to the tides, forcing her into his arms, a selfish God who only wanted her for himself. When I got home later that night, I could still feel the sand on the sensitive parts of my feet, could still feel the way the water moved across my skin like I was apart of the waves; the tides taking me back home.
"To Liam, for her," - Colleen Brown (via mostlyfiction)
We haven’t spoken in months,
or even acknowledged each other’s
existence. How can two people
who once meant everything
to each other become strangers
after a small exchanging
of aggressive words? There are
questions that have been
lingering in my mind that are
waiting to be answered
by someone who has been
through this and survived.
Questions I know that only have
a bitter outcome but need
to be dealt with. And I know
that you will never be the one
who will help me solve
these mysteries that we set up
ourselves, but then again
I know that you’ve never been
able to leave an easily solvable
case open.
― Colleen Brown (via mostlyfiction)


my ultimate goal is to be at peace with myself, eliminate toxic feelings and elements and energies from my life, unlearn negative and harmful practices and thought patterns, stop checking for people that don’t check for me, create a space for myself that is nurturing for growth so that i may generate loving energy for myself and for others, nourish my spirit and balance my energies, i have big dreams and i deserve to live a life i love and let that love radiate


men: rape jokes hahaha! beating women haha! lol make me a sandwich whore! put on makeup fugly! hahaha!

women: those aren’t funny.

men: lighten up, it’s a joke wow must be on her period women are so emotional lol

women: i drink the tears of men, haha!