fluctuating star
Christine - 17 - Florida

hi im most compatible with rabbits and celestial bodies

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" My eldest daughter, Suldana, is in love with another woman. She is eighteen and she spends her days working at our kiosk selling milk and eggs, and at night she sneaks out and goes down to the beach to see her lover. She crawls back into bed at dawn, smelling of sea and salt and perfume. Suldana is beautiful and she wraps this beauty around herself like a shawl of stars. When she smiles her dimples deepen and you can’t help but be charmed. When she walks down the street men stare and whistle and ache. But they cannot have her. Every day marriage proposals arrive with offers of high dowries but I wave them away. We never talk about these things like mothers and daughters should; but I respect her privacy and I allow her to live. "

— Diriye Osman, “Fairytales For Lost Children.” (via ashgureey)

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lisagracekelly:

The Jezabels / Hurt Me

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" The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful … Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory. "

— Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (via whyallcaps)

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irlbitch:

Angel Olsen | Windows

won’t you open a window sometime?
what’s so wrong with the light?

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" People get used to anything. The less you think about your oppression, the more your tolerance for it grows. After a while, people just think oppression is the normal state of things. But to become free, you have to be acutely aware of being a slave. "

— ― Assata Shakur, Assata: An Autobiography (via florxdexrebeldiax)

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toxicwinner:

there should be more outdoor mirrors. it is weird that we only really look at ourselves when we r alone. im thinking it must be having some ramifications on the psychology of society as a whole

my appetite and enjoyment of food is back
i’m eating so much
sad and kind of bittersweet how small pleasures excite me compared to how much i was able to feel as a child etc
i don’t want to fade but it allows me to appreciate pleasure

You're really magical. 🌻
- Anonymous

thank u i love you, i am pushing past my urge to reject this and allowing my more enlightened parts to soak in your kindness 💜

weird how i’ve talked about people and known about their emotional states and been like “yeah i’ve seen the text posts” and now people are most likely saying that about me

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