”Ladies if you talkin’ bout, ‘GUY’S AIN’T SHIT.’ You need to get a handle on your life and take some responsibility. What you mean to say is all the guys YOU fuck with AIN’T SHIT. You need to figure out what it is about your vagina that keeps attracting ‘ain’t shit’ niggas.’” -Kat Williams.
”Ladies if you talkin’ bout, ‘GUY’S AIN’T SHIT.’ You need to get a handle on your life and take some responsibility. What you mean to say is all the guys YOU fuck with AIN’T SHIT. You need to figure out what it is about your vagina that keeps attracting ‘ain’t shit’ niggas.’” -Kat Williams.
”Ladies if you talkin’ bout, ‘GUY’S AIN’T SHIT.’ You need to get a handle on your life and take some responsibility. What you mean to say is all the guys YOU fuck with AIN’T SHIT. You need to figure out what it is about your vagina that keeps attracting ‘ain’t shit’ niggas.’” -Kat Williams.
People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.
Chuck Palahnuik (via -thestormgivingyouhell)
People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.
Chuck Palahnuik (via -thestormgivingyouhell)
People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.
Chuck Palahnuik (via -thestormgivingyouhell)
I start to see that I surround myself with broken people; more broken than me. Ah, yes, let me count your cracks. Let’s see, one hundred, two… yes, you’ll do nicely. A cracked companion makes me look more whole, gives me something outside myself to care for. When I’m with whole, healed people I feel my own cracks, the shatters, the insanities of dislocation in myself.
Julie Gregory (via slekes)
I start to see that I surround myself with broken people; more broken than me. Ah, yes, let me count your cracks. Let’s see, one hundred, two… yes, you’ll do nicely. A cracked companion makes me look more whole, gives me something outside myself to care for. When I’m with whole, healed people I feel my own cracks, the shatters, the insanities of dislocation in myself.
Julie Gregory (via slekes)
I start to see that I surround myself with broken people; more broken than me. Ah, yes, let me count your cracks. Let’s see, one hundred, two… yes, you’ll do nicely. A cracked companion makes me look more whole, gives me something outside myself to care for. When I’m with whole, healed people I feel my own cracks, the shatters, the insanities of dislocation in myself.
Julie Gregory (via slekes)
Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart;
of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants.
The way it stops and starts.
Edgar Allan Poe (via thesebeautifuleditions)
Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart;
of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants.
The way it stops and starts.
Edgar Allan Poe (via thesebeautifuleditions)
Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart;
of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants.
The way it stops and starts.
Edgar Allan Poe (via thesebeautifuleditions)
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
Plato (via slekes)
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
Plato (via slekes)
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
Plato (via slekes)
There are two lasting bequests we can give our children: One is roots, the other is wings.
Hodding Carter (via elle21)
There are two lasting bequests we can give our children: One is roots, the other is wings.
Hodding Carter (via elle21)