Jessica,17,Tx, ISFP.
"In spite of everything, I shall rise again;
I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement,
and I will go on with my drawing.”
- Vincent Van Gogh
"And while you’re off fucking your new girlfriend, the ditzy stoner with a bad dye job. I hope memories of me hit you like a train. I hope you remember that I was the one that talked to you all night when your mom yelled too loud and made you feel like nothing and that it was me that held you in my arms on the days where all you wanted was to be dead to the world. I hope you remember when we made mac and cheese in our underwear and that you kissed me while I was sitting on the kitchen counter. I hope you remember the nights when we stayed home instead of going to a stupid party and made love until the sun came up and how we laid together naked too tired to move and how our bodies fit each other’s perfectly. I hope you remember that I was the one who sat through those cheesy love movies with you just to make you smile and that I was the one who listened to you rant on and on about how much of an asshole your dad was. I hope you remember that I was the one that tried to convince you to quit smoking cigarettes because I wanted you stay alive with me as long as you could and that I was the one that always accepted your dumb apologies. I hope you remember that it was always me. You know it was. I hope you know that it was always you too. I hope you remember that I loved all of you. I hope you know it was exhausting. But above all, I hope you’re happy."

September 2nd / 677 notes

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"come back so i can say yes this time do it again now that i know what to call what you did.
this time i’ll be ready i like it rough now and i’m done with romance i never met another man who loved me so much at first sight he had to hurt me to do it."
-Daphne Gottlieb (via feellng)

September 2nd / 759 notes

"Until you heal the wounds of your past, you are going to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex; But eventually, it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, Stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories and make peace with them."
- Iyanla Vanzan (via psych-facts)

September 2nd / 6,815 notes


I no longer need you to fuck me as hard
as I hate myself.
Make love to me
like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.
Go slow.
I’m new to this
but I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop without jumping.
I have realized

that the moon did not have to be full for us to love it.
We are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it.

-Buddy Wakefield, “We Were Emergencies” (via oofpoetry)

September 2nd / 6,673 notes

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The Girls Obama Forgot for The New York Times Op-Ed Illustration by Jeannie Phan
About the marginalization of women and girls of colour with Obama’s new initiative “My Brother’s Keeper”.
Big thanks to Matt Dorfman!
You can read the article here.
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