“Beauty is not long hair, skinny legs, tanned skin or perfect teeth. Believe me. Beauty is the face of who cried and now smiles, beauty is the scar on your knee since you fell when you were a kid, beauty is the circles when love doesn’t let you sleep, beauty is the expression on the face when the alarm rings in the morning, its the melted makeup when you have a shower, its the laughter when you make a joke and you’re the only one who can understand, beauty is meeting his gaze when you see him, its when you cry for all your paranoia’s, beauty is the lines marked by time. Beauty is what we feel in the inside which also shows outside us. Beauty is the marks that life leaves on us, all the kicks and the caresses the memories leave us. Beauty is letting yourself live.”
You know that feeling? When you’re just waiting. Waiting to get home, into your room, close the door, fall into bed, and just let everything out that you kept in all day. That feeling of both relied and desperation. Nothing is wrong. But nothing is right either. And you’re tired. Tired of everything, tired of nothing. And you just want someone to be there and tell you its okay. But non ones going to be there. And you know you have to be strong for yourself, because no one can fix you. But you’re tired of waiting. Tired of having to be the one to fix yourself and everyone else. Tired of being strong. And for once, you just want it to be easy. To be simple. To be helped. To be saved. But you know you wont be. But you’re still hoping. And you’re still wishing. And you’re still staying strong and fighting, with tears in your eyes. You’re fighting.
I had so much fun with this pose lol. I feel like they are hanging out on Teletubbie mountain lol. I decided to just be silly and funny with this post. Nothing fancy or elegant or sweet just a girl and her vision of what love looks and feels like. In a perfect world. Sunshine, hearts, smiles, and love. I love the uniqueness of this pose. I’ve yet to see any other pose that involves a little drawn out cartoon. Its just so adorable.
He love that I say what I feel He feel what I say ’cause it’s real You couldn’t forget, I never changed up on my set And I only make calls to collect, that’s why we connect We can go half on a jet, baby we on to the next Fuck all the stress Fuckin’ with bitches who’s new to the game when you got you a vet I know you like it when I act like I’m still shy Then turn around and put that thing in overdrive I’m down to ride I’ma keep you on my shoulder ‘Cause every cold nigga need a bitch that’s ten times colder
I cross my t’s and dot my i’s yeah I’m for real (yeah, I’m for real) He hold me down (she hold me down) Yeah that’s my shit (that’s my shit) He buy whatever (buy whatever) He know the drill (know the drill) Don’t need no pill (no pill, no) He whispered in my ear and told me feel, feel, feel, oh, oh, oh
She sleeps all day. Dreams of you in both worlds. Tills the blood, in and out of uterus. Wakes up smelling of zinc, grief sedated by orgasm, orgasm heightened by grief. God was in the room when the man said to the woman, “I love you so much. Wrap your legs around me. Pull me in, pull me in, pull me in.” Sometimes when he’d have her nipple in his mouth, she’d whisper, “Oh, my God.” That, too, is a form of worship.
Her hips grind, pestle and mortar, cinnamon and cloves. Whenever he pulls out … loss. Dear moon, we blame you for floods … for the flush of blood … for men who are also wolves. We blame for the night for the dark, for the ghosts.