body from black milk clothing
i want someone who will sit on a rooftop with me at 3 am and not push me off the roof when i point to the stars and romantically whisper ‘space: the final frontier…these are the voyages of the starship enterprise…’
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Who taught me to suck in my stomach,
or my cheeks?
Who told me to stand with my legs apart
and my hips thrust back
to create the illusion of a gap
between my thighs?
Who made me believe that the most beautiful part of me
is my negative space?
when they told me
to not
make homes out of people
i laughed
because who would be foolish enough
to plant the seeds of themselves
in a skin that wasn’t theirs, or in a smile
they didn’t own
but when i turned to show you
there was only quiet
empty space
and my roots
from around your ribcage
I know it bothers you when you want to know what I’m thinking when I stare off into space, but the fact of the matter is that you leave me speechless.
(via kushandwizdom)
I know it bothers you when you want to know what I’m thinking when I stare off into space, but the fact of the matter is that you leave me speechless.
If we were in outer space, I’d run laps around Jupiter if it meant that I might possibly come across you.
This nebula may seem like nothing more than a cloud of dust and other ambiguous elements right now, but soon enough, we’ll form enough stars to pierce light into the darkness.
And come to think of it, I don’t know a damn thing about astronomy, but by the way you looked at me, I could have sworn that our galaxies have collided in another lifetime.
And I know that the universe is argued to be the “totality of existence”, but that only goes for those who haven’t have the privilege of getting lost in your constellation.
Connotativewords | jl | Stellar (via connotativewords)
Many people have come and left, and it has been always good because they emptied some space for better people. It is a strange experience, that those who have left me have always left places for a better quality of people.
Osho (via etherealemoji)
we live on a floating rock in a giant space that has no real end
and you want me to memorize vocabulary words
I crave space. It charges my batteries. It helps me breathe. Being around people can be so exhausting, because most of them love to take and barely know how to give. Except for a rare few.
Katie Kacvinsky, First Comes Love (via wordsnquotes)