convenience is tempting

timeanddisregard:

It seems like cats never forgot the fact that they were worshipped as gods thousands of years ago 

(via kaidenii)

Let us begin this letter, this prelude to an encounter, formally, as a declaration, in the old-fashioned way: I love you. You do not know me (although you have seen me, smiled at me). I know you (although not so well as I would like. I want to be there when your eyes flutter open in the morning, and you see me, and you smile. Surely this would be paradise enough?). So I do declare myself to you now, with pen set to paper. I declare it again: I love you.
Neil Gaiman (via feellng)
Should she stumble in her efforts to reach the heights, do not condemn, but help her regain her foothold; should temptation touch her, shield her with your love; should sorrow darken her path, comfort her with your devotion.

from the Twitter of Alpha Chi Omega HQ.

I think this is something all sorority women should strive for, regardless of their affiliation. If your sister is trying to be the best person she can be but falls short, be there with a helping hand, a kind word, or a listening ear. Don’t judge her or put her down - help her get back on her way to greatness! Watch out for your sisters and take good care of them.

(via le-haricot)

(via sororitystylista)

When you kiss me, I can’t remember my middle name or which one’s my left foot
Neil Hilborn - “Static Electricity” (via deadpoetssociety-blog)

(Source: duncepageant, via deadpoetssociety-blog)

ibkodfashion:

Vanessa Axente

senyahearts:

Vanessa Axente in “A Poetic Shining” for Vogue Japan, May 2014
Photographed by: Willy Vanderperre 

atropolis:

Vanessa Axente for Glamour Hungary 2013 by Zoltan Tombor.

gaptoothbitch:

VALENTINO HC SS 2013




Do you remember the first
lightning bug
you accidentally killed?
How you squeezed it too hard
in your fist because
you wanted to keep it long enough
to show us?
No one knows what you did with
the light, or where your hand
has been since it happened,
but they’re all curious.

When did it get bad?
When did your voice turn into an
answering machine?
There’s a man at the door who wants
to save your soul. Says he’s been
looking for you,
that God sent him a message telling
him you needed his forgiveness.
The act. The circus of it all.
I’ll tell him to come back later.

Do you remember when you cracked
open by accident,
spilled your firefly sun all over my floor
like it was wine?
I do. I saw it. Proof that you
were still here,
glowing somewhere that you
forgot you could reach.

Tell me about everything you buried
and how it came climbing out of
you with a vengeance. Tell me about
beauty and the beast, the hand and
the fist,
how you remembered you could be
both the thing that opens and the
thing that closes.
Come to me.
Forgive yourself for the things
that turned you into a ghost.
Let me watch you love yourself
solid again.


Caitlyn Siehl, Phantom Hand (after April Sanger’s “The Light Inside Us”)

(via alonesomes)

The naked female body is treated so weirdly in society. It’s like people are constantly begging to see it, but once they do, someone’s a hoe.

Lena Horne (via africantea)

And this is some bullshit truth here!

(via truckstitsandtatts)

(via youll-be-alright-darling)

unnecessarymagic:

IM SO PISSED OFF THAT WE DONT HAVE BALLS ANY MORE
I WANT TO WEAR A HUGE DRESS AND BE COURTED AND DANCE AROUND AND HAVE MY GOWN SWEEP THE FLOOR AND BE ALL ELEGANT AND GRACEFUL WITH GLOVES AND SHIT

BUT NO WE HAVE DUMB HOUSE PARTIES WITH CHEAP BEER AND RED CUPS AND HORNY TEENAGE BOYS WHO PUT THEIR HANDS UP MY SHIRT

i was confused at the word balls in the beginning until i finished it

(Source: harroldstyle, via youll-be-alright-darling)