I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.
Joshua Graham (via outdoor-anarchy)
I’ve always loved the idea of not being what people expect me to be.
Dita Von Teese (via black-cigar)
The sign of intelligence is that you are constantly wondering. Idiots are always dead sure about every damn thing they are doing in their life.
Vasudev (via psych-facts)
And if he wants to leave, let him leave. You are terrifying and strange and beautiful, something not everyone knows how to love.
Warsan Shire (via quotesandboatz)
I’m self-sufficient. I spend a lot of time on my own and I shut off quite easily. When I communicate, I communicate 900 per cent, then I shut off, which scares people sometimes.
Bjork on ‘Self-Sufficiency (via psych-facts)
How do I plan to explore your face? Visually first, examining the wide arrow crease of your smile and the anchor shape curve of your nose. I’d brush the wayward hair from your eyes and study your gaze, gauging the depth in the darkness of your willing eyes, tracing with my thumb the sliding slope of your painted brow. Our noses would touch first and we’d share the scent of our collective breath, a subtle sensory preview of what’s to come, still studying those eyes, our pupils darting back and forth in anticipation. Your eyelids would lower first, a soldier’s surrender of sorts, and you’d exhale from your mouth in the way that craving lovers only do. I hold your head firmly in my hands. Your neck muscles tilt back, bringing forward your square chin, calling upwards your full lips. This is how we will share our first kiss.
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