On a cold winter month, I thought I’ve seen all there is to see
Until I met the most beautiful girl who had every pretty thing beat
I traced her freckles to overlap the stars in the sky
and fumbled my taste for sunsets by staring into her eyes
No mistakin’ you’re the one, darling; 

I once had a lover write this in regards to me. he is long gone now, but this is the kind of thing I need to be told. don’t tell me you love me or hate me if you’re not prepared to explain why. I feel it is easy to love anyone or anything, it is natural. If you simply love me, then I could just as simply be anyone else and you would love them the same. If you love me, then I need to know what it is about me that you’re enchanted with. I have to know why.

findingmyid:

This five minute no-sew tee shirt mod, tho. 

Made it up as I went, and used a shirt I wasn’t afraid to ruin. (My Motor City Makeover volunteer tee). I’m realizing I don’t have many summer clothes. To get real here, I’ve always been uncomfortable exposing my body, but as I get more comfortable, I find it fun and appropriate to create my own clothes that fit my comfort level. Sometimes when I wear purchased tank tops I feel like an imposter, but I always feel myself in something I’ve sewn or altered.
findingmyid:

Behold: The fruit of this week’s labors.
This version of the “Feminine as Fuck” tee is currently available on my etsy. Don’t worry, it’s unisex! It fits the feminist in all of us. Link can be found at @theyounghundred.
DM me for a promo code!
 🌻⚡🌈 Namaste🌈⚡🌻

www.etsy.com/shop/theyounghundred

It’s okay for me to still feel hurt even after I’ve been given an apology. It’s okay for me to still feel like I haven’t been validated. It’s okay to not replace the trust you had in someone after forgiving them. And it’s okay for me to say this out loud because I have no one to repeat it back to me.

Mistaken For Strangers by The National
Boxer

thisnoiseismusic:

"You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
          when you pass them at night
                  under the silvery, silvery Citibank lights.
        Arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes, glazing under”

(via lyriquediscorde)

akeikas:

DSC_0111 by Puzzles Photography on Flickr.
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i was told….

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—  customers who wanna start some shit  (via suspend)

(via invisible-handjob)

itty:

Finished?