underneath this skin,
underneath this skin,




Georg Oddner


Georg Oddner

"look at you
you’re so beautiful when you laugh
at night i swear you look like you could swallow the stars
or at least swallow the scars
and stories of the women who came before you.

see how your hair torments the sky
thick curls that blot out the sun
eclipsing the city into the hue
of your grandfathers
midnight skin.

your father wanted to name you
after a wet season
he wanted to explain
why the rain falls;
just so that it can taste your skin
dip into your collar bone
drip down your shoulder blades
and on rare occasions when no one is looking
and your head is tilted back,
rush into your open mouth.

for women like you
death comes in the body of a lustful man,
and the earth can’t want to bury itself
inside you.

look at you,
cloaked in god’s skin.
only in his name could you exist so bright."
Warsan Shire,poem to self. and other insecure women.”   (via unghouled)

I tell myself that I’ll know when it’s right
that there will be someone new
and when he gives me his hand,
I will finally relax mine
from the fist I’ve been holding it in
since October

but I know myself better than this
I am vicious
and in my nightmares,
he walks away with bite marks
and blood dripping from his fingers

– Fortesa Latifi (via madgirlf)

thom browne spring 2013


thom browne spring 2013

"Be so kind
you could blind
the sun with
your brightness."
Beau Taplin || compassion.  (via afadthatlastsforever)


There is something
so fascinating,
and so fatal
about the way
you hold my name
in your mouth.

Almost as if
I am the type
of secret that
you cannot wait
to let the world
know of.


Leave if your love hurts you. Leave if it is always more pain than it is joy. Contrary to what they’ll tell you, love does not make the world spin round. You can want someone, baby. You can want them until you’re raw. That kind of longing can turn you into water after a live wire has been thrown into it. It can turn you into the hand holding that wire, but that doesn’t mean it’s right. It doesn’t mean you should stay. Don’t hang around just because you’re scared that you’ll never feel that kind of electricity again. It’s not true, it never was. The thing is, you were made to be touched by hands attached to a body that finds itself at rest when it’s with you. That finds itself quietly trembling when you’re together. Those hands need to come with gentle words and an honest mouth. A mouth that says your name in a way that sounds like the very definition of “falling.” So don’t take less than that. Don’t take half of that.

Above all, if it hurts, go. You’ll fall in love so many times that you’ll lose count and it’ll shake you. Tiny vibrations like tectonic plates with every stranger who you looked into the eyes and made your body feel new. Find a love that makes you feel new, and better. Always like you’re moving and staying still at the exact same time. Grow, expand, and if it hurts, leave.

– Azra.T “Lessons #2”  (via 5000letters)