(via cheeqsteelo)
My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free.
(via cheeqsteelo)
When I discover who I am, I’ll be free.
(via brokenmachine)
What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again.
Smokey Do 2
(by ~rondiggy1 on deviantART)
(via black-culture)
(via narcosis)

(via bippityboppityboo)
I want a trouble-maker for a lover,
Blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame,
Who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate,
Who burns like fire on the rushing sea.
From Rumi’s Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi
Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988).
(via fuckyeahexistentialism)
Estelle + D’Banj’s ‘Oliver Twist’= dance floor fire.
Getting ready for a night out to this- Sydney I’m coming for ya!
Sade - Somebody Already Broke My Heart
There is no beauty in sadness. No honor in suffering. No growth in fear. No relief in hate. It’s just a waste of perfectly good happiness.