I'm Alexandria, 18, living in Houston, aspiring to become a licensed professional counselor. I laugh loudly and I like to be in denial.
You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked ‘female’.
— Diana Vreeland (via dead-goats)
why do i always look hot when no one’s around?
Because you are able to settle into your own natural attitude. You are unconcerned with who is in the room so you are unconcerned with yourself. In this ease your inherent hotness reveals itself. It’s why the self-absorbed are often so god damn beautiful.
Everything I write is plagiarized from the same alphabet I learned as a child.
— (via howitzerliterarysociety)
What is desire? Desire is a restaurant. Desire is watching you eat. Desire is pouring wine for you. Desire is looking at the menu and wondering what it would be like to kiss you. Desire is the surprise of your skin. Look - in between us now are the props of ordinary life - glasses, knives, cloths, Time has been here before. History has had you - and me too. My hand has brushed against yours for centuries. The props change, but not this. Not this single naked wanting you.
— Jeanette Winterson, “The White Room” (via letters-to-nobody)