Sugar Lilies

"Never settle for anything less than butterflies."

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"I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?"

- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via quotes-shape-us)

(via my-h-e-a-r-t-s-not-in-it)

caelas:

saying feminism is unnecessary because you don’t feel oppressed is like saying fire extinguishers are unnecessary because your house isn’t on fire

(via jesusfuckmechrist)

goddess-river:

Women have been denied the right to vote, treated like property, sold to their spouses, raped every time it was war, misrepresented by entitled old white politicians, been endangered every time they walked somewhere alone at night, denied the right to drive or be anywhere without a man, shamed for showing their faces, shamed for choosing not to show their faces for millennia, and still you think your biggest problem is that someone buys a mug that says “male tears”?

(via the-feminist-fangirl)

underthenerdhood:

a little girl who grows up thinking all doors are automatic but actually she’s haunted by a really polite ghost

(via thiswillnotendwithsuicide)

"No matter how you feel… Get up. Dress up. Show up. And never give up."

- Unknown (via stay-ocean-minded)

(Quelle: luckyseventeens, via thiswillnotendwithsuicide)

"Being both soft and strong is a combination very few have mastered."

- Yasmin Mogahed  (via tellmefive)

(Quelle: islamicrays, via thiswillnotendwithsuicide)

(Quelle: eye-of-a-camera, via dignitea)

floralls:

(by .natasha.)

(via d3ssins)

"Everyone’s just looking for reasons to wake up and get out of bed, some do it for nothing but a kiss, perhaps a cup of coffee, others have a harder time; no train to catch, no hand to hold, no reasons at all."

- Unknown (via satans-ghost)

(Quelle: psych-facts, via wherethecloudsgather)

"

Perhaps the most terrifying moment of my life
was the discovery of my parents’ fallibility,
when my father ceased to be a hero and
my mother a queen and
something vile and cruel writhed in my throat,
something they could not vanish,
something they could not eviscerate
with militaristic commands and gentle coaxing,
for this was not a monster under the bed,
this was not an over-zealous imagination;
this was real, this was growing deep
into their daughter’s bones.

And I saw them, finally, as they really were,
stripped of the golden armor
of childhood naivety that had given them
immunity to the failures of humanity
in my too-wide, too-innocent eyes.

My father aches for control,
craves it in the softness of his
aging body.
He doesn’t know how to be without;
he is a scared, small man
who doesn’t realize that his hands
are made for destruction,
made for ripping out hearts and
crushing them into dust.

My mother is a child,
guileless, volatile,
with an unnecessary temper
that could rip teeth out of the skull.
She fears change,
fears it like death,
and she has reached the end
of growth in the middle of her life.

These were my beginnings,
these are what I have stemmed from,
and I love them, I do;
I love them with the decaying tenderness
that is owed to them,
that will weather over time,
for it is the stone and they are the sea,
and the ocean is unyielding,
even to the frailty of the human heart.

I love them in a different way than I did once-
no longer god-fearing and awed,
but the love of camaraderie,
of those trying to scrape by,
of those trying to make it out alive.

"

- Emily Palermo, The Age-Old Story of a Daughter Outgrowing Her Parents. (via starredsoul)