i paid the light bill just to see your face. Stephen Powers
he held me like he was in love with someone else. (via orange-rae)
life in shambles, brows on fleek.

orange-rae:

soul is empty, face is beat.

becausebirds:

ravenguild08:

not her birds.
central park, nyc

This just in: Area parrots find a nice place to perch.
orange-rae:

taken by mylifesimplee

bae.
i wanted to write a poem that rhymes, but the revolution doesn’t lend itself to be-bopping…so i thought again and it occurred to me maybe i shouldn’t write at all, but clean my gun and check my kerosene supply. perhaps these are not poetic times at all. nikki giovanni (via ethiopienne)