Samantha 20 Australia
whyallcaps:

'Koya No Sumika'
The hardest thing in the world is to simplify your life. It’s so easy to make it complex.
- Yvon Chouinard, 180 Degrees South (via thedapperproject)

(Source: nrodgers92, via carlosreynolds)


chickiephi:

Lake Louise by earthtoandrea on Flickr.
It’s this feeling that you want to love strangers, that you want to kiss the man at the post office, or the woman at the dry cleaners—you want to wrap your arms around life, life itself, but you can’t, and this feeling wells up in you, and there is nowhere to put this great happiness—and you’re floating—and then you fall down and become unbearably sad. And you have to go lie down on the couch.
- "Melancholy Play" Sara Ruhl (via rainydaysandblankets)

(Source: mimefullaughter, via capuccino-with-love)


woodendreams:

Iceland (by Coolbiere. A.)
defiantely:

Nou | via Tumblr on We Heart It.
My heart swings back and forth between the need for routine and the urge to run.
- (note to self)

(Source: c0ntemplations, via exoticwild)


jakeisok:

untitled by aanaanaa on Flickr.

I couldn’t teach my heart how to stop beating for you,
My eyes, How to stop mourning your absence
And my tongue, To forget how you tasted,
Or how it twisted with yours,


I dug myself deep into my mattress at night trying to forget about you
Only to find pieces of you still lingering there
From the nights our bodies stood, Intertwined
Riling in ecstasy

I couldn’t teach my body how to exist without yours
And,
My skin didn’t know how to be
With the absence of your touch

-

Absence,

Niketa.

(via niketa-rae)


Come with every wound
and every woman you’ve ever loved
every lie you’ve ever told
and whatever it is that keeps you up at night
every mouth you’ve punched in
all the blood you’ve ever tasted
come with every enemy you’ve ever made
and all the family you’ve ever buried
and every dirty thing you’ve ever done
every drink thats burnt your throat
and every morning you’ve woken
with nothing and no one
come with all your loss
your regrets, sins
memories
black outs
secrets
come with all the gold in your mouth
and that voice like needle hitting record
come with your kind eyes and weeping knuckles
come with all the blue ink
come with your babies
come with your swollen heart
i’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you
- Warsan Shire  (via catholicguiltcollection)

There’s nothing rebellious about loving something that can’t love you. You’re a woman, you should have known that men in the city would split you in half searching for their fathers in between your legs.
- Warsan Shire (via xoxelyse)

I want to make love, but my hair smells of war and running and running.
- Warsan Shire, “Conversations About Home” (via milix)

Every mouth you’ve ever kissed
was just practice
all the bodies you’ve ever undressed
and ploughed in to
were preparing you for me.
i don’t mind tasting them in the
memory of your mouth
they were a long hall way
a door half open
a single suit case still on the conveyor belt
was it a long journey?
Did it take you long to find me?
You’re here now,
welcome home.
- Warsan Shire, Welcome Home (via larmoyante)

When he offers his lips, go for his throat.
-

Clementine von Radics (via rejecthuman)

From Home, available here through Where Are You Press

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Surround yourself with people that strive to do good for the sake of just doing good. There is something alive in those people’s hearts that has been lost for the rest of mankind.
- Mobeen Hakeem (via animalsandtrees)

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