Her Sins

Brittani/22/soul snatcher/my broken record spits good and bad luck

Days I enjoy are days when nothing happens,
When I have no engagements written on my block,
When no one comes to disturb my inward peace,
When no one comes to take me away from myself
And turn me into a patchwork, a jig-saw puzzle,
A broken mirror that once gave a whole reflection,
Being so contrived that it takes too long a time
To get myself back to myself when they have gone.

Vita Sackville-West (via misswallflower)

Devendra Banhart

—Mi Negrita

Devendra Banhart | Mi Negrita

Mi amor no tiene esperanza,

Aunque te esperara, 

Mi corazón se ancla,

A un fantasma corporal, 

Mi amor no tiene venganza,

Aunque te matara…

(Source: makeovtparadise, via 090108)

We write for the same reason that we walk, talk, climb mountains or swim the oceans — because we can. We have some impulse within us that makes us want to explain ourselves to other human beings. That’s why we paint, that’s why we dare to love someone- because we have the impulse to explain who we are. Not just how tall we are, or thin… but who we are internally… perhaps even spiritually. There’s something, which impels us to show our inner-souls. The more courageous we are, the more we succeed in explaining what we know.

—Maya Angelou on why we write (via maddierose)

(Source: explore-blog, via itsawfullygood)