Ça plane pour moi.

Gabriela. 22. UCI alumna I ♥ chamomile tea, hibiscus juice, and musical frisson. Me encantan las calaveras.
"I still don't belong
To anyone -
I am mine"
I will tell you about selfish people. Even when they know they will hurt you they walk into your life to taste you because you are the type of being they don’t want to miss out on. You are too much shine to not be felt. So when they have gotten a good look at everything you have to offer, when they have taken your skin your hair and your secrets with them, when they realize how real this is- how much of a storm you are and it hits them,
that is when the cowardice sets in.
That is when the person you thought they were is replaced by the sad reality of what they are. that is when they lose every fighting bone in their body and leave after saying “you will find better than me”.
You will stand there naked with half of them still hidden somewhere inside you and sob. asking them why they did it. Why they forced you to love them when they had no intention of loving you back and they’ll say something along the lines of “i just had to try, i had to give it a chance, it was you after all.” but that isn’t romantic. It isn’t sweet. The idea that they were so engulfed by your existence they had to risk breaking it for the sake of knowing they weren’t missing out. Your existence meant that little next to their curiosity of you. that is the thing about selfish people. They gamble entire beings. entire souls to please their own. One second they are holding you like the world and the next they have belittled you to a mere picture, a moment, something of the past. One second, they swallow you up and whisper they want to spend the rest of their life with you but the moment they sense fear, they are already halfway out the door. Without having the nerve to let you go with grace, as if the human heart means that little to them and after all this, after all of the taking, the nerve, isn’t it sad and funny how people have more guts these days to undress you with their fingers than they do to pick up the phone and call to apologize for all of the loss.

—Rupi Kaur // this is how you lose her (via maghonyhair)

On A Scale Of 1 to “I Love You”.

ifiwasatopnotchpoet:

Rubber Bands, meals, waistbands and skin were meant to stretch.
Scales were not meant to measure weight, but talent,
and you have that in every cell that I can’t call mine.
You try to stretch yourself thin for friends and family
like diets and weight loss could gain you some
brownie points with your reflection.
Your thighs hold buds blooming taste
from every pore, sweeter than nectar,
you call it sweat, I call it tears
your body cries ‘cause you don’t love it like a girlfriend should.
You’re the abusive partner in a selfish relationship
and you can’t see past excess skin to access inner beauty,
you never reflected beast. 
You measure worth by who can pick you up,
and yet you won’t let me sweep you off your feet,
holding anger like snack wraps
snap back self doubts like shot glasses
you use to see through,
to see your body is a temple you refuse to worship
because you’re too big to be made in God’s image,
you said.
You said you resembled the size of a baby whale
in your mother’s womb,
missing the fact that a whale can have
the largest heart.
Even though my pint-sized life line
beats for you like cake batter
I wanna indulge you in chocolate,
whiter than the lies you tell yourself
than the liquid you use to make-up your shape,
you said you lacked shape.
You said the equator could be your belt,
and it could, since you are my world,
and I wish you knew that within skin,
there is comfort,
warmth.
and my stick self will gladly love your figure
like a love I can’t draw,
love I can’t draw you.
Your heart would never fit on the page
and I’d hate to waste paper trying to re-size
what no one else but me deserves to live in.
Big enough to fit our family,
I wish I could show you the love you don’t know.
All I do know is that you need to stay in love with you.
All of you.
Like I do. 

sephalopods:

Some things you should remind yourself daily

  • Your tummy is great
  • You have really nice legs
  • You have a really beautiful face
  • Your hair looks rad
  • You’re good enough
  • Your body is 100% normal and acceptable.
  • It’s yours and you should decorate it how you want
  • You’re hella cute

(via backonpointe)

brbgottagoread:

Me: *gets anxiety making a phone call* Also me: *feels completely at ease and downright cheerful wandering around unfamiliar city with only vague knowledge of how to get to where I’m going*

(via journalust)

anonymous-kiwi:

mistletease:

ohhaiguise:

sirscrewloose:

legendofsherlock:

notenjolras:

#can we please discuss the fact that this movie was made by Americans

#some of us might actually be self-aware

Nobody has to deal with americans more than other americans.

I am an american and I can verify that this is indeed true.

#everyone else gets to be annoyed by Americans from afar #while Americans have to be annoyed by other Americans loudly and up close

Even Americans don’t like Americans.

(via jbui116)

If you’re in a relationship and you’re not feeling the need to become a better person, if your partner does not inspire you to be an epic individual, then you shouldn’t be with that person.

—(via psych-facts)

(via jbui116)