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gracious-bones

simple-and-sensible simple-and-sensible

Her skin taste like salt

although her eyes are dry

her lips are cold even in the end of July

I Kissed her on the cheek

to let her know from now till death

I’ll keep her home

I trail my fingers across her scar;

Virtual, in her heart

I kiss her sorrow off her eyes

I whisper soft lullabies

I place her heart on my heart

burying my face in her chocolate hair

to make her know she is mine

personal She is one of us poetry part I

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ch0conut

Stop hating yourself. Try going one day without saying anything bad about yourself. Try complimenting yourself. Do it again. Buy yourself dinner. Put soft things against your skin. Listen to your favorite songs. Eat ice cream. Eat ice cream naked. You have to spend the rest of your life with you. You’re all you’ve got. Be kind, start loving yourself.

Source: deathbeforediet

unpudding-deactivated20170830

When you start to really know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in his energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.

Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies\ (via pukia)

Source: rosemoons

lemonsqueezey

I just, I can’t describe what I feel for you but it starts from the pit of my stomach and warms my chest until I can practically feel every nerve ending in my body and all I want is for you to touch my skin.

Late night texting (via snowlilies)

indiene-deactivated20121110

saddeer saddeer

i hate when people say real women have curves. real women have hearts and blood and skin and a brain not a certain body type that differentiates from society’s idea of “beauty”

bulgakeov

The human body essentially recreates itself every six months. Nearly every cell of hair and skin and bone dies and another is directed to its former place. You are not who you were last November.

Donald Miller (via expeditum)

Source: wordsnquotes.com

sponde0-deactivated20170613

Your body next to mine,
your chest against my spine.
You wrote spells on my skin and made me yours.
I carved my name into your bones and made you mine.
You were my sun and moon and sea and sky.
I was your light and dark and heart and soul.
Living in the corners of each other’s minds,
shadows marked ‘private’ and ‘keep out’.
I swear we were the ones they write love songs about,
the ones they sink ships for,
the ones they fight wars for.
But my bed was our battleground,
the records got scratched,
and our ship sank.

Josie, “or: How I felt about you was as obvious as sky writing.”
(via brokenbiros)

Source: brokenbiros

paroxisms-deactivated20140923

ch0conut

i just want perfect skin and hair and teeth and body proportions and endless supplies of money and intelligence is that too much to ask for

Source: theamericangurl

gracemazh

It’s said it takes seven years to grow completely new skin cells. To think, this year I will grow into a body you never will have touched.

Brett E. Jenkins (via contraspero)

Source: larmoyante

runningthemazes-deactivated2014

ch0conut

do you ever wonder what you would look like at your full potential like perfect hair and clear skin and a perfect body like damn

Source: averagefairy

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