I want to learn you.
I want to learn with you.
I want to learn from you

(afreedomtoexpress)

(Source: afreedomtoexpress)



peaceisofus:

It’s ok to miss them from time to time. Just remember why you left. Things that sometimes warm the heart can also poison the spirit. 



We made it! #puertorico #wheelsupturnup #happybirthdaybabe #theview #happy @darkeststorm

The curves of my shell don’t make me a woman.
It’s the love in my heart,
the thoughts in my head
and the tenderness of my touch that spews my femininity.
The twist of my hips does not make me a woman.
It’s the smile on my face,
the calm of my voice
and the right to a choice that makes me a Queen.

Shell, Alex Elle  (via alexandraelle)


glamour:

*Dressed via Pinterest 

They should teach self-love in school.
6-Word Story #94 (via writingsforwinter)


my right hand. my homieloverfriend. my drinking buddy.  my heart.

the day will come
when i will place you
on a shelf
in the back of my head.
i have already begun
collecting the dust
i will conceal your name with.

'a new volume' by Della Hicks-Wilson (via dellahickswilson)


When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other.
(via iamhelterskelter)

(Source: onedirtydiamond)





Shabazz Pizazz: Ascension

shabazzpizazz:

Ascension is an automatic process. We either go willingly or unwillingly. We either choose to take the path or it chooses us. Now when it chooses us we often times become victims of circumstance. The world seems to be against us and problematic more than a challenge. The world becomes a guess. We…


ideut:

lsabellas:

BRAD PITT ABOUT HIS WIFE :
My wife got sick. She was constantly nervous because of problems at work, personal life, her failures and children. She lost 30 pounds and weighted about 90 pounds. She got very skinny and was constantly crying. She was not a happy woman. She had suffered from continuing headaches, heart pain and jammed nerves in her back and ribs. She did not sleep well, falling asleep only in the mornings and got tired very quickly during the day. Our relationship was on the verge of a break up. Her beauty was leaving her somewhere, she had bags under her eyes, she was poking her head, and stopped taking care of herself. She refused to shoot the films and rejected any role. I lost hope and thought that we’ll get divorced soon… But then I decided to act. After all I’ve got the most beautiful woman on earth. She is the idol of more than half of men and women on earth, and I was the one allowed to fall asleep next to her and to hug her. I began to shower her with flowers, kisses and compliments. I surprised and pleased her every minute. I gave her a lot of gifts and lived just for her. I spoke in public only about her. I incorporated all themes in her direction. I praised her in front of her own and our mutual friends. You won’t believe it, but she blossomed. She became better. She gained weight, was no longer nervous and loved me even more than ever. I had no clue that she CAN love that much.
And then I realized one thing: the woman is the reflection of her man.
If you love her to the point of madness, she will become it.

Literally crying at this it’s so beautiful 

themodernisis:

 

tylerp831:

Melt away in to a puddle of your own colors.