"The whole culture is telling you to hurry, while the art tells you to take your time. Always listen to the art."

Junot Díaz (via stellablu)

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daeizm:

Insomnia is an abusive lover.
A clingy sort. It hordes me.
Wanting me at any hour.
Undressing thoughts I wish to keep hidden. Tasting each corner and curve my mind possesses for its pleasure while I’m left here.. Staring through the ceiling; begging it to end. I’ve endured you long enough; your love isn’t welcomed, anymore.

@3 hours ago with 33 notes

"Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.."

Margaret Atwood (via biscodeja-vu)

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@3 hours ago with 14696 notes
poetic-visionary:

My favorite language to hear when I speak in tongues to a woman and penetrate her soul with pure desire, lighting a fire within her that can never be put out making water drip from lips that live to be pleased as I drop to my knees… #poetry

poetic-visionary:

My favorite language to hear when I speak in tongues to a woman and penetrate her soul with pure desire, lighting a fire within her that can never be put out making water drip from lips that live to be pleased as I drop to my knees… #poetry

@1 day ago with 8 notes

murasaki-me:

redsuns-n-orangemoons:

shybairnsget-nowt:

americas-liberty:

Students Fed Up With Michelle Obama’s School Lunch Overhaul — Menu-Item Snapshots Spell Out Why

Wow that is depressing. 

okay but is that michelle’s fault for pushing for healtheir lunches or is it school districts’ faults for cutting corner by cutting calories but not making lunch any healthier?

let’s look into it.

^^^Agreed. She is trying. School boards aren’t.

reblogging for the comments!

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@1 day ago with 61517 notes

"love like energy.
it’s neither lost or gained, only exchanged."

ashanti marshall (via @diaryofherall)
@3 hours ago with 1 note
#life #love #lesson #quote 

wildsultrys0ul:

You know who deserves happiness?
You do.
Who deserves their own love?
You do.
Who deserves someone to respect their feelings and time and thoughts?
You do.
Save yourself. Love yourself.

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@3 hours ago with 592 notes

"love comes and goes so easily. don’t make it hard on yourself or your heart."

ashanti marshall (via @diaryofherall)
@23 hours ago with 8 notes
#quote #love #life #lesson #shanti 
poetic-visionary:

Tortured by the heat of your thoughts as sweat rises from your pores and you begin freeing yourself from what little clothes entrap you, wishing you were caught in the rapture of heated love but resort to desperate lust as you touch yourself, steadily fucking your own mind until your body cums and fingers rest in the wet heat of your inner thighs as you lay in awe of yourself, enjoying your own curves caressing the most sensitive areas of skin satisfied… #poetry

poetic-visionary:

Tortured by the heat of your thoughts as sweat rises from your pores and you begin freeing yourself from what little clothes entrap you, wishing you were caught in the rapture of heated love but resort to desperate lust as you touch yourself, steadily fucking your own mind until your body cums and fingers rest in the wet heat of your inner thighs as you lay in awe of yourself, enjoying your own curves caressing the most sensitive areas of skin satisfied… #poetry

@1 day ago with 2 notes

austinkleon:

Jorge Luis Borges: The Task of Art

The task of art is to transform what is continuously happening to us, to transform all these things into symbols, into music, into something which can last in man’s memory. That is our duty. If we don’t fulfill it, we feel unhappy. A writer or any artist has the sometimes joyful duty to transform all that into symbols. These symbols could be colors, forms or sounds. For a poet, the symbols are sounds and also words, fables, stories, poetry. The work of a poet never ends. It has nothing to do with working hours. Your are continuously receiving things from the external world. These must be transformed, and eventually will be transformed. This revelation can appear anytime. A poet never rests. He’s always working, even when he dreams. Besides, the life of a writer, is a lonely one. You think you are alone, and as the years go by, if the stars are on your side, you may discover that you are at the center of a vast circle of invisible friends whom you will never get to know but who love you. And that is an immense reward.

Thx @robinsloan

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