kleopxtra:

xanaxoid:

🉐🎎✨ harajuku ghetto ✨🎎🉐

(Source: oceannsoul)

herefromabove:

Can I please

(Source: there-is-only-us)

Stop romanticizing people who hurt you.
Six Word Story #48 by absentions  (via moonsulk)

(Source: absentions)

blackcooliequeen:

Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swingin’ in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin’ from the poplar trees

Don’t ever think a man loves you because he keeps coming back. That man loves the power he has over you. He knows you’ll take him back.

(via hat2dabak)

damn

(via chloesophia)

(Source: vivalacheenax3)

The timing in which people enter your life is very important.
(via thesinwhisperer)

(Source: black--lamb)

wildirisbooks:

shiraglassman:

She tried to relax, but it was difficult, knowing how important tonight could be. Resting her head on Aviva’s shoulder, she began to sing softly. Aviva harmonized with her in a rich, gentle alto, her arm around the queen, idly caressing the bare skin of her upper arm. It was more than simple physicality. Shulamit perceived the serenity of a divine benevolence in the way this touch made her feel. Jahandar and his daughter-in-law were tiny in the distance, their bigotry drowned out by a broad black sky full of watchful stars. This was the real truth, this existence out here, in which she knew that her love, their love, was as pure and blessed as any union of man and wife.

Out here in nature, away from the palace and between nations, was she really still queen? Was she not, here in the open, just a woman, one of millions, lucky enough to have been granted one amazing person with whom to share her life and her love? She’d never expected that a teenage dalliance with a cook could have led to this, back in those days when they were just friends who discovered they enjoyed each other’s warmth. Over the years, the more she’d learned of Aviva, the more she realized the depth of her love. It was so right, so natural, so intended that Aviva should be sharing this next step with her. 

from Climbing the Date Palm, the sequel to The Second Mango. From Prizm Books as an eBook package, from Amazon Kindle or paperback, and in autographed paperback from wildirisbooks here.

Art drawn on commission by theloserfish.

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I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.

Epiphany.

Then in that case I am grown.

(via anartisticdesire)

(Source: 1missedcallfrommom)