Abbigale Elizabeth

Permalink | 88,618 notes "She deserves better, you say. I say: You’re a goddamn coward. What she deserves is an actual person she can connect with. She deserves you, or me or the entire world; she deserves someone achingly real and honest. She deserves a human being equally raw to pursue her and love her and, perhaps, destroy her emotionally, but she deserves all that as well. She doesn’t deserve anyone’s sugary fairytale. She deserves to float freely, with you, or me, or the world, into the very depths of her own psychosynthesis. She deserves to explore the meaning of the word "intimacy", with someone beside her that will care regardless. She fucking deserves all of it. So, pluck up the courage and be with her or leave her in peace but don’t you dare "sell" her your own "inadequacy" as a lie so that, again, you manage to comfort your conscience and eventually come to feel that you love her exactly because you’re letting her go. Because, darling, that’s bullshit. That’s only your own little self-created lie laying behind a much bigger lie; it’s not even properly concealed within itself, you fucking idiot." — All These Things You Wish You’d Say  (via 5ft1)

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I’m rather indifferent right now.
Not about life, of course, in that regard I am very excited and fulfilled.
I am indifferent that there will be a partner, a man, a cohort in crime.

I have dated, near, far, far, near. I have concluded that perhaps love, or the equivalent needs to conk me on the…

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I’ve tested my mind
searched for greatness
to make things easier
and get by on less
I’ve dredged the darkness
trying to find
a stand out song
or a natural knack
I’ve looked for a sign
that there’s something better
something more advanced
so it wont be so hard
I’ve hoped for avoidance
so i can continue
running idly through life
passing without heavy breath

I’ve dredged the darkness.
but I’ve found only numbers.
Numbers and ice.
With this I’ll go on.

Permalink | 101 notes "This is for my pride. I was suffering long before you found me. You built a roof over my head to protect me from the rain and you were the tornado that blew it down. This isn’t for you. These bruises are self inflicted; don’t flatter yourself. You threw a rope out into the ocean for me me, told me to hold on. Tried pumping the water out of my lungs and dunked my head in a bathtub instead. This is for clarification. I was never a fragile thing. Never an antique in a thrift store desperate for a polish and another shot at sitting on a mantle. I am not a caged animal with my tail between my legs. You are not a man with a whip. You are a scraped knee. You are a forgotten battle in an ancient war. You are scissors hacking away at stone. You are a carving on a redwood tree. You were a fight and I am a fighter. This is not forgiveness." — What’s a Creek to a Canyon? by Stevie Lorann (via caelums)

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Permalink | 3,201 notes "Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street." — Frida Kahlo (via childoflust)

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Permalink | 41,028 notes "Of course I am not worried about intimidating men. The type of man who will be intimidated by me is exactly the type of man I have no interest in." — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (via verbascumm)

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Permalink | 96 notes "you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.
" — Warsin Shire (via caelums)

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Permalink | 56,207 notes "I am trying to remember you, and let you go at the same time." — nayyirah waheed (via perfect)

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Permalink | 334 notes "Freedom (n.): To ask nothing. To expect nothing. To depend on nothing." — Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead (via indicio)

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