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Sandra Cisneros, A House of My Own

petalsinfall:

diosnysos:

I’m forever longing for autumn to come

- Armgard zu Putlitz, in ‘Osebol, Voices from a Swedish Village’ by Marit Kapla

allsadnshit:

sometimes the right path for you is the one no one will applaud or envy sometimes its getting to know yourself intimately without outside observation in mind 

divineexpression:

The psyches and souls of women also have their own cycles and seasons of doing and solitude, running and staying, being involved and being removed, questing and resting, creating and incubating, being of the world and returning to the soul-place.

Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves

wedarkacademia:

“Days I feel like a human being, while other days I feel more like a sound. I touch the world not as myself but as an echo of who I was.”

- Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

regencyroaster:

The purest form of love is consideration. When someone thinks about how things would make you feel. Pays attention to detail. Holds you in regard when making decisions that could affect you. In any bond, how much they care about you can be found in how much they consider you

kosmogrl:

eternal–return:

… my mother will go, and there is the terror of having no parents, no older seasoned beings, to advise and love me in this world.

Sylvia Plath · The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

i6wiii:

pwixle:

megan thee stallion’s nails by @cocamichelle ‧₊˚✧˖°