Lucy Ford

Kyla Wall-
Nineteen Years Young- Mama To Be-  Atmosphere & Rhymesayers Fanatic-
Poem Enthusiast-
Lone Writer-
Art Lover-
Book Reader-
When I grow up
I want to be an Indian Chief.

I love myself - The quietest, simplest, most powerful revolution ever.

- Nayyirah Waheed (via friedriceandfeminism)

Love others. Now there’s an even more powerful revolution in our narcissistic age of selfies and indifference to the suffering of fellow beings. —Nobody

(via journalofanobody)

(via journalofanobody)

stuffwefoundontour:

this picture (of a young skinny me licking mr. dibbs) was taken in kansas city 2002, on the god loves ugly tour. 

it was given to us in lawrence 2014, on the north of hell tour. thanks sarah.

stuffwefoundontour:

this picture (of a young skinny me licking mr. dibbs) was taken in kansas city 2002, on the god loves ugly tour. it was given to us in lawrence 2014, on the north of hell tour. thanks sarah.

stuffwefoundontour:

found in tempe, arizona. arie hill gifted me a zippo that he etched my face upon. now i’m ready to go camping.

stuffwefoundontour:

found in tempe, arizona. arie hill gifted me a zippo that he etched my face upon. now i’m ready to go camping.

(via rhymesayers)

Postpartum Things This Mama Is Excited For:

  • belly sleeping
  • GOOD workouts
  • skinny jeans
  • coffeee
  • feeling skinny
  • no heartburn
  • no more trips to the bathroom every five minutes
  • tattoos(mmmmmtattoos)

(Source: bringing-home-bentley)

The first and final thing you have to do in this world is to last it and not be smashed by it.

—Ernest Hemingway (via observando)

(via maryyannneeee)

But behavior in the human being is sometimes a defense, a way of concealing motives and thoughts, as language can be a way of hiding your thoughts and preventing communication.

— Abraham Maslow (via lei-uhhh)

(Source: kushandwizdom, via donatellabella)

I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know there’s nothing but light when I see you.

—Shinji Moon (via euo)

(via spilledd--thoughts)

Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again- and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto.

Modest Mouse

—Dramamine

We kiss on the mouth
and then cough down our sleeves. ❤️

(Source: avoidreality, via fuckyeah1990s)