“To all the girls whose thighs touch, with stretchmarks laid like gold across their backside, with bellies too full for any inadequate hands, thank goddess for your abundance.”—Kim Crosby (via thehazelnuttt)
“i am drunk from all the honey.
i have been drinking. for days straight.
every night i eat water
until i fall asleep.
i am trying to remember you, madiba.
let you go
the same time. i am throwing my weeping at the stars.”—anger (grief poems), nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)