Love Your Rose Colored Glasses

Always be yourself, no matter what

the rest of the world may think. You are perfect just the way you are. Believe it.

Today, I do not write to be delicate.
Today, I write to move mountains,
with calloused hands on the backs of hurricanes,
I am an immovable object and an unstoppable force.
There are words swelling,
like torrential rain, in my chest,
and when they spill from my mouth,
I will cover the world in water.
.
This is not a poem for old souls.
This is a poem for blood that runs hot and red—
Nationalism to the beating muscle in your chest
calling allegiance to your body.
Others can write to Love and Infinity.
But tonight,
tonight I am writing to bleed.

Tonight, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

(via latenightcornerstore)

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hedoesntlikeprettygirls:

'FORBIDDEN FRUIT' 

This is the first shoot of the photo series.  I’m still in the process of deciding on other fruit options and trying to figure out how to open that coconut.

The perfect analogy

Just put te coconut in heat! Direct fire or a hot pan! It will open by itself

Something inside is hurting you – that’s why you need cigarettes or whiskey, or music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.

—(via dl0u)

(Source: unextinguished, via lavishlifeofluxuryy)