thisworldhatesyoureyes

cats.

And then my soul saw you and it kind of went “Oh there you are. I’ve been looking for you.

—I Wrote This For You  (via 5000letters)

(Source: 13neighbors, via 5000letters)

lzbth:

swag won’t pay the bills but apparently neither will your degree

(via y0ungadult)

College kids literally don’t care about walking in the way of cars at school because we’re like “hit me i don’t care pay my tuition.”

"Hit me my thesis is due in 12 hours and I haven’t started it"

"Hit me I have a final in an hour and I didn’t study"

"Hit me I’ve been on a 24 hour drinking binge and I’m invincible"

"Hit me. You’re a university vehicle and I’ll get free tuition."

"Hit me I feel like a failure anyway"

(via harrysedwrds)

(via ohheylindsay)

Baby, learn to be soft
there will be moments when the world will try and change you
try and carve you into stone
when you’re at your first party
and the girls are drunk
do not leer, do not touch
lead them gently home
when they open their hungry mouths
hold them careful
do not shame them,
girls are not taught shame from their mothers but from men who want to fuck them and can’t remember their names after
say ‘sorry, another time’
say ‘let me call you a cab’
make sure they get through their front door make sure they do not hurt make sure their knees are not trembling
do not use your hands

baby learn to be honey and warmth
hold women the same way I held you
like I was carrying 7 pounds of screaming gold in my shaking arms
say their names like prayer or a plea
but do not use words like ‘slut’ and ‘bitch’ and ‘whore’
do not raise your fists do not raise your voice
remember
that you do not have to love them to respect them remember their right to ‘no’
remember yours
remember your mother and how she loved you like this: quiet, gentle and full, like an ocean at midnight, remember to love the same

—Azra.T “The Things I Will Teach My Son” (via 5000letters)

(via dinalasso)

I’m so full of you that there are parts of me that can only respond to your touch. My hair, my mouth, my throat: they’re all anxious for you. They’re all waiting. Anyone else feels like they don’t belong. But you, you’ve got me all wired up, nerves twisted into knots, hands fucking shaking before they’ve even touched. You feel like home even though you’re not. That’s the most terrifying part of it all. You’re not, but the rest of me is convinced that you are.

—Azra.T “Homeostasis” (via 5000letters)

Forgive me father for I have sinned,
I have loved a woman more desperately than I have loved God. I have looked to a woman more reverently than I have the sky. There, in the sulk of her bottom lip, I find myself talking about a heaven that only exists when she is looking at me,
father she has not been forged between the dip of my teeth, she is not my rib, or my left side, she is my entire stomach, she is my spine.
I have been searching for prayer, father but I have found that I can only say her name
Dear God, let me have her
Dear God, let her rest with me
Dear God, let the sky turn red from how we burn
The plum tree in our back garden has withered because I have not seen the sun for five days. I have been worshipping at the cradle of her hips
father, she has cleansed me with those hands and those eyes, I do not know how to turn unless it is towards her, I do not know where to go except in her direction.

—Azra.T “Take Me to Church” (via 5000letters)

(via 5000letters)