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Anonymous asked:
what's your MBTI?

ENFJ :) 

Anonymous asked:
I love your poems. So amazing. I know who Artemis is but what does "Artemis knows dragged" in your Persephone/Hades poem mean?

Thank you! Artemis thinks Persephone was dragged into hell by Hades, in my poem, I’m saying that she skipped happily hand in hand with him xx

oh my oh my do you ever have moments where you feel so infinitely tender that you don’t know what to do with your hands? i want to tell everyone that i love ‘em, i wanna kiss my love on the cheek and the mouth for hours on end, i wanna dance real slow 

❝ I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing they weren’t the same thing. ❞
—— Maggie Stiefvater, Forever 
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Anonymous asked:
" the angles from the side make me want to cry!" oh god please get over yourself

Have some honey to balance out all that bitter!

Anonymous asked:
hijab tutorial????????

Heck no I absolutely hate my face on a moving platform, the angles from the side make me want to cry! Sorry!!

I have pugs on my jumper and I still look like a queen and also my best friend and I accidentally wore the same hijab

Sunday, 19th of October with 266 notes
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❝ Well, let’s say that since you were little, you always dreamed of getting a lion. And you wait, and you wait, and you wait, and you wait but the lion doesn’t come. And along comes a giraffe. You can be alone, or you can be with the giraffe."
“I’d wait for the lion.”
“That’s why I worry about you. ❞
—— Beginners, 2010 (via writingwillows)
Anonymous asked:
How do you explain to a person that being a woman does not make you weak

Gosh, don’t. Just don’t surround yourself with that kind of stupidity and you’ll be fine.

Anonymous asked:
Your poetry ignites more in me than any other literature I have been blessed with.

You little charmer, you know how to say all the right things! :*

There is a rebellion lighting fires underneath my skin, and I am too scared to tell my mother about it. I am dragging my old self out of dirty corners and brushing her down. I am telling her to put her chin up and her armour on. I am saying ‘you will fight for what you believe in even if you have gone your whole life thinking that the fight is wrong.’ It is not wrong, or ugly, it is sacred. There is more to me than what I have been told. There is more to me than anyone will ever know. Not my unholy wants or the voice in my head that is telling me that I shouldn’t. I know that voice. It sounds like my mother’s and it sounds like mine except hers is cracking down the middle and she is saying ‘you have let me down’ and mine is saying ‘if you don’t keep going, your back will break.’ They are at war and they are loving each other. At this moment, I am not sure how both can exist at the same time.

But I will remember here and now, that I am more spine than i am anything else. I am more heart and fury and fire. I am the 20 years of learning to love myself and the other 20 that it will take to convince me that this love is worth more than can be given to me by any man. Give me your new streets, give me your rocketing ideas, give me the gunpowder so I can put it under my tongue and let the words say it all. Not centuries of tradition, not godliness or cleanliness or docility. I will carry my fight with me. I will keep it in a pouch under my heart and when she says ‘what has become of you?’ I will undo myself gently, lay it all at her feet and tell her ‘today, I am more myself than I have ever been’, I will tell her ‘thank you, thank you, I love you.’

—— Azra.T ‘Gunpowder Tongue’ 

I figure whenever I want to be emotionally and spiritually ruined I’ll just read a Rainbow Rowell book

Anonymous asked:
I have beautiful thoughts but i can never make them beautiful written down.

That is truly okay! “A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.” - Roald Dahl 

Anonymous asked:
Isn't tender so fragile? A stranger told me once I had the most tender eyes and I died a little bit inside. I can't see it in me, but I can see in your writing you have the most tender soul

so softly sweet, like being kissed on the cheek by a bird

I finally managed to figure out how to work the scanner! So here are some pictures from my quote book!