victoriadonelda:

i don’t know what i am doing with my life or my hair

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Mind led body
to the edge of the precipice.
They stared in desire
at the naked abyss.
If you love me, said mind,
take that step into silence.
If you love me, said body,
turn and exist. Anne Stevenson (via observando)
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I’m the one that’s got to die when it’s time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to. Jimi Hendrix (via observando)
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The world belongs to those who read. Rick Holland (via observando)
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Ella misma era la bella y también la bestia.

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Siempre he creído que es lo que somos…Traumas de la infancia…Lo que te prohibieron, lo que no te dieron, lo que te obligaron a aceptar y lo que te arrebataron crean tu carácter. (via efimerabelleza)

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Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again - the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world’s greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and understanding Saul Williams (via observando)
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De los infiernos que he probado, volvería a ti porque sabías a cielo. (via poetaprohibido)

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What is the difference? I asked him. Between the love of your life, and your soulmate?

One is a choice, and one is not.

Tarryn Fisher (in Mud Vein)

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There’s two kinds of women—those you write poems about and those you don’t. Jeffrey McDaniel (via observando)
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