bird dream of the olympus mons

"I'm killing myself because you didn't love me. Because I didn't love you. Because our ties were loose. I'm killing myself to tighten them. I leave you with an indelible stain"

I ain’t shit

The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.

—Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me (via psych-facts)

(via honeymilkmoon)

didierleclair:

IN A VERY GOOD COMPANY…
From left: writer Ralph Ellison, poet Langston Hughes and writer James Baldwin, 1955

didierleclair:

IN A VERY GOOD COMPANY…

From left: writer Ralph Ellison, poet Langston Hughes
and writer James Baldwin, 1955

(via comemirbitchhh)