Forget the room of one’s own - write in the kitchen, lock yourself up in the bathroom. Write on the bus or on the welfare line, on the job or during meals, between sleeping and waking. I write while sitting on the john. No long stretches at the typewriter unless you’re wealthy or have a patron - you may not even own a typewriter. While you wash the floor or clothes listen to the words chanting in your body. When you’re depressed, angry, hurt, when compassion and love possess you. When you cannot help but write.

Gloria Anzaldúa (via hereticnarrative)

(Source: restoriedself, via storystormer)

Poetry is the way I fuck you when you’re gone.

Nicola Cayless, Literary Sexts (via dahlia—noir)

(Source: hellanne, via visualoperator)

eatwellstudyhard:

My little study corner on these busy days xx

eatwellstudyhard:

My little study corner on these busy days xx

(via studivation)

(Source: ggggurlz, via eatcleanmakechanges)

isleswoman:

whenblackwasinvogue:

laurengottarmy:

Jasmine Harper.
Those legs!

@

Beautiful

isleswoman:

whenblackwasinvogue:

laurengottarmy:

Jasmine Harper.

Those legs!

@

Beautiful

(via wordplayisforeplay)