the color of low self esteem
what i never
learned
from my mother
was that
just because someone desires you
does
not mean they value you.
desire is the kind of thing that
eats you
and
leaves you starving.
(via paquitotuntun)
(via loneookami)
(via urbanvagina)
“You submitted a hostage situation”
“I don’t understand why my grade was so low. How did I do on my research paper?”
“Actually, you didn’t turn in a research paper. You submitted a large, awkward, random assemblage of sentences. In fact, the sentences you apparently kidnapped in the dead of night and forced into this violent and arbitrary plan of yours clearly seemed to be placed on the pages against their will. Reading your paper was like watching unfamiliar, uncomfortable people interact at a cocktail party that no one wanted to attend in the first place. You didn’t submit a research paper. You submitted a hostage situation.”
(Source: shit-thatblows, via rugbylovesnerds)
(via submissivefeminist)
Dulzura
“Make love to me in Spanish.
Not with that other tongue.
I want you juntito a mi,
tender like the language
crooned to babies.
I want to be that
lullabied, mi bien
querido, that loved.I want you inside
the mouth of my heart,
inside the harp of my wrists,
the sweet meat of the mango,
in the gold that dangles
from my ears and neck.Say my name. Say it.
The way it’s supposed to be said.
I want to know that I knew you
even before I knew you.”—Sandra Cisneros
(Source: atomiclanterns, via dildosandglitter)
(Source: depths-in-me, via my-queeries)
