underyourwear:

I Am Orphan Annie on Crack

s-k-e-t-c-h-e-d:

Ever since I first heard this slam poem I haven’t been able to get over how well down it is. Bravo, Miss Ferro, bravo.

Anxiety Group" by Catalina Ferro.

I grew up thinking the worst pains
Were gruesome.
Bloody.
Quick.
And they all sound like gun shots and knives piercing skin.

But as I grew older,
I began to realize the most horrifically painful instances
Are slow.
Quiet.
Undetected.

And they all sound like you.

Hell at 2:02 AM (via green-ing)
There is a loneliness that can be rocked. Arms crossed, knees drawn up, holding, holding on, this motion, unlike a ship’s, smooths and contains the rocker. It’s an inside kind—wrapped tight like skin. Then there is the loneliness that roams. No rocking can hold it down. It is alive. On its own. A dry and spreading thing that makes the sound of one’s own feet going seem to come from a far-off place.
Toni Morrison, Beloved.
I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel all alone.
Robin Williams  (via keefrich)
Light thinks it travels faster than anything, but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always gotten there first, and is waiting for it.
Terry Pratchett (via itisanewbeautifulday)
The universe doesn’t like secrets. It conspires to reveal the truth, to lead you to it.
Lisa Unger (via criminalminds-myaddiction)

magnifiquementtragique:

Brenna Twohy - Fantastic Breasts and Where to Find Them

memoryanddesire-stirring:

Good night, lovely tumblr friends!! Sweet dreams!! :) D. xo

memoryanddesire-stirring:

Good night, lovely tumblr friends!! Sweet dreams!! :)
D. xo