Phenomenal

sexy legs(via Fancy)
sexy legs

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I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it’s you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

— Pablo Neruda, “I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You” (via thewine-darksea)

thegoldenafternoon:

i will fully admit that i only started doing squats so i could twerk better.

“I would like to be known as an intelligent woman, a courageous woman, a loving woman, a woman who teaches by being.”
— Maya Angelou  (via musingsinfemininity)

(Source: quote-book, via classy-and-style)

“Wrong Century” — Brilliant illustration by artist Tomas Kucerovsky depicting the fate of plus-size beauty in the modern age.


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“Wrong Century” — Brilliant illustration by artist Tomas Kucerovsky depicting the fate of plus-size beauty in the modern age.


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“Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.”
— Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad (via pavorst)

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“These visions faded when I perused, for the first time, those poets whose effusion entranced my soul and lifted it to heaven. I also became a poet and for one year I lived in a paradise of my own creation; I imagine that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the name of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated.”

Frankenstein, Shelley

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