Rewrite The Rules

My hair came out pretty darn good… 💁💁💁 #pow

My hair came out pretty darn good… 💁💁💁 #pow

I tend to slay, even on Mondays. #rig

I tend to slay, even on Mondays. #rig


Heartbreaking photos show the first day back to school in Gaza. Many students did not return.

(Photo Credit: Shehab News Agency)

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Awfully, we all learn
very early on
that a human being
can break you
in a few short, simple words.

B e a u   T a p l i n   | |   G r o w i n g   p a i n s .  (via afadthatlastsforever)

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Words like “exotic” as applied to women with non-white skin have weight and power because they are reminders that non-white women are being held against the white beauty standard and being found different (and therefore wanting).

source: Fairy tales for privileged kids: “the anti-white racist”Days Like crazy Pavement

Or different as in a nice adventure from normal/reality from which the man will eventually return ‘home’ from.
I hate the word “Exotic” as a compliment from men. HATE IT.

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One day, whether you
are 14,
or 65

you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.

However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––

is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives.

Beau Taplin || T h e   A w f u l   T r u t h (via afadthatlastsforever)

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You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people.

She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away.

When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet.

In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her.

You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper.

You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.

The six stages of falling in love with her. // by rb  (via splitterherzen)

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