"She is rotting quietly under her skirts with a melancholy smile, like the odour of violets given off by a decomposing body."
- Jean-Paul Sartre, La Nausée (via heavydrug)
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"Your 20’s are your ‘selfish’ years. It’s a decade to immerse yourself in every single thing possible. Be selfish with your time, and all the aspects of you. Tinker with shit, travel, explore, love a lot, love a little, and never touch the ground."
- Kyoko Escamilla (via moonbrains)
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"Girl, you’ve got grit under your nails
That could bring a grown man to his knees.
That unforgiving powder keg in your chest
Has been lighting up like midday in July
And you are not afraid of bursting.
This is how you kept standing.
This is how you were strong enough,
To dig the fear out of your chest
And brave enough to let it back in.
With every dark thought you’ve ever had,
In a row on your bedside table:
You kiss each one goodnight,
And again every morning.
Years back, you stopped trying to file down
The sharper sides of you.
Because you are not a history
With all the bad parts burned out,
You are a monument
Pulled up from the belly of the sea.
Teeth like a leviathan,
You open your maw and let the water in.
And every wave that crashed against you
Every hand print left seared on your thighs,
You gave it a name and a goodbye,
And stretched up toward the sunlight.
If people could see the monsters
And the flowers
In the framework of you,
They would fall to their knees.
They would kiss your feet.
Count your name as holy—love you like gospel.
You’ve been walking through fire
Since they first put you on your feet,
And you are not afraid to blister
Any more than you are afraid to cry.
And every mouth who has been scared to love you,
Never knew exactly why."
- Delicate Things, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
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