|—||Day of Thanks, Alex Elle (via thoughtsforbees)|
you know white people wild for being able to twist Nelson Mandela’s life into one of peace and forgiveness
that’s that gold medal level mental gymnastics
|—||Nisargadatta Maharaj (via spell-it-out)|
Are we dating? Are we fucking?Are we best friends? Are we something in between that? I wish we never fucked, and I mean that… But not really, you say the nastiest shit in bed and it’s fuckin’ awesome.
that last line is my favorite.
i love this
MY main guhl… girlfran
I’m sorry, too much?
I’m wondering if it’s wrong that
I’m laying here in a cold bed, wishing that it could be okay to for you to meet me
Here in this purple air and smoky desire; come by
here, so I can show you where to touch me.
Here’s the thing…
For it to be right, it has to be the last time… or like the last time, every time.
For you, I’m aching. Tense with this knot in in my shoulder and nothing to take
for my pain. Heard you got that anecdote and it don’t smoke.
For a night, I laid under these covers with my face in the pillow imagining
you put it there. Imagining
you put it down. We’re cool… but don’t think for one second that I wouldn’t inhale
you through my mouth and exhale the scent of you into the air as if it were an attempt to pollenate the dust in the wind and grow flowers for these butterflies.
I’m here for you.
And your beautiful ass is ugly.