Shelter

 
And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes
Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love for me.
The water I taste is warm and salt, like the sea,
And comes from a country far away as health.

Sylvia Plath, “Tulips,” from Ariel: The Restored Edition (via lifeinpoetry)

 
But…as bad as it was, I learned something about myself. That I could go through something like that and survive.

– (via mmaaddisonn)

Okay if you can’t fuck with a girl because of:

  • Pubic hair
  • Stretch marks
  • Scars 
  • Any other natural occurrence of the female form

You aren’t really worthy of it anyway.