my type is out the way & up my ass

i hope the trees know i notice them

May the 4th be with you

Eternal Idol, by Auguste Rodin (1893)

it’s my responsibility to protect my light

Yo podría ser todo menos tibia.

Sometimes I’m like dam I’m crazy as shit and then I think like so is Kanye and I lay my beautiful head to rest

the kiss

“no one is coming to save you” and it’s an entire legion of angels that have saved me from situations I would have been left dead in

I really believe in the duality of being a strong bitch & soft woman.

sometimes you have to stop psychoanalyzing what happened and who did it and just be like oh these people just hated me and that’s it

cause a true bad bitch ain’t weak or bitter

yes

this nigga was promised to me 3000 years ago