fall-ing-leaves:

skeletons dancing here! ☂☂☂







modelsoffthecatwalk:

Street Style







francimic:

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towritepoems:

I’M A HUGE LESBIAN







towritepoems:

ya getting high is fun and all but have you ever actually gotten stoned? its when people throw rocks at you until you die you should try it sometime







towritepoems:

hey there delilah what’s it like in your vagina







I am a young woman and I thought
my biggest problem would be the
fact that I don’t like my own body.

But I am a young woman and now
I have been thrown carelessly into
a world where my biggest problem
is that I am terrified somebody
else is going to like my body
too much.

I am a young woman and I used
to go to the gym because I
felt I would be more comfortable
in my skin if I were to shape
myself into the mould of
who I wished to be,

but now I am a young woman
who has not left her house
in three days because I am
scared that mould has
been shaped by the rough,
calloused hands of men.

I am a young woman and I
grew up as a daddy’s girl,
because he knew the right
way to bandage a scraped
knee and he knew just
how I liked to eat my
eggs with pepper.

I am a young woman and I
carry bandages in my pockets
and pepper spray in my purse
because I am terrified
of the men who would like
for me to call them Daddy.

I am a young woman and I
have had enough because
my body should not need
a barbed wire fence to tell
you a smile is not an
invitation,

I am a young woman and
the fact that I am petrified
every second of every day
that I may get murdered
for not giving you a
one-way ticket to my body
should tell you more
about yourself than it
does about me.

Young Women, by k.p.k

(via towritepoems)







Survival instinct used to be
knowing what to do
if you are caught in a
blizzard,
lost beyond all hope
in a forest in the dead
of night,
or in a time of war.

But here we are,
relying on our
survival instincts
just to make it
home alone.

THERE IS A PROBLEM. RECOGNIZE IT. (K.P.K)







I’m not part of the stars, or the sun, or the sea,
I’m more like that late night re-run you see on t.v,

and I’m not beautiful or wonderful or fair,
I’m that piece of dust in the light that is always there,

and I may not be brilliant or different or new,
and I won’t be the only person to ever say this to you,

but I’m kind and I’m thoughtful and just,
and I may not love me but I’m in love with the idea of us.

US, by k.p.k (via towritepoems)







PLEASE LEAVE THE FRONT DOOR UNLOCKED by k.p.k

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