Citas de Otras maneras de usar la boca

do not look for healing at the feet of those who broke you.

if you were born with the weakness to fall you were born with the strength to rise.

how you love yourself is how you teach others to love you.

you tell me to quiet down cause my opinions make me less beautiful but i was not made with a fire in my belly so i could be put out i was not made with a lightness on my tongue so i could be easy to swallow i was made heavy half blade and half silk difficult to forget and not easy for the mind to follow.

stay strong through your pain grow flowers from it you have helped me grow flowers out of mine so bloom beautifully dangerously loudly bloom softly however you need just bloom.

he placed his hands on my mind before reaching for my waist my hips or my lips he didn't call me beautiful first he called me exquisite - how he touches me.

for you to see beauty here does not mean there is beauty in me it means there is beauty rooted so deep within you you can't help but see it everywhere.

most importantly love like it's the only thing you know how at the end of the day all this means nothing this page where you're sitting your degree your job the money nothing even matters except love and human connection who you loved and how deeply you loved them how you touched the people around you and how much you gave them.

i don’t know what living a balanced life feels like when i am sad i don’t cry i pour when i am happy i don’t smile i glow when i am angry i don’t yell i burn the good thing about feeling in extremes is when i love i give them wings but perhaps that isn't such a good thing cause they always tend to leave and you should see me when my heart is broken i don't grieve i shatter.

your art is not about how many people like your work your art is about if your heart likes your work if your soul likes your work it's about how honest you are with yourself and you must never trade honesty for relatability.

how is it so easy for you to be kind to people he asked milk and honey dripped from my lips as i answered cause people have not been kind to me.

the world gives you so much pain and here you are making gold out of it - there is nothing purer than that.

fall in love with your solitude.

i am hopelessly a lover and a dreamer and that will be the death of me.

i have what i have and i am happy i’ve lost what i’ve lost and i am still happy - outlook.

apparently it is ungraceful of me to mention my period in public cause the actual biology of my body is too real it is okay to sell what's between a woman's legs more than it is okay to mention its inner workings the recreational use of this body is seen as beautiful while its nature is seen as ugly.

when you are broken and he has left you do not question whether you were enough the problem was you were so enough he was not able to carry it.

the very thought of you has my legs spread apart like an easel with a canvas begging for art.

love will come and when love comes love will hold you love will call your name and you will melt sometimes though love will hurt you but love will never mean to love will play no games cause love knows life has been hard enough already.

you look at me and cry everything hurts i hold you and whisper but everything can heal.

what terrifies me most is how we foam at the mouth with envy when others succeed but sigh in relief when they are failing our struggle to celebrate each other is what's proven most difficult in being human.

i am not a hotel room. i am home i am not the whiskey you want i am the water you need don't come here with expectations and try to make a vacation out of me.

you must want to spend the rest of your life with yourself first.

nothing is safer than the sound of you reading out loud to me -the perfect date.

you are the faint line between faith and blindly waiting - letter to my future lover.

what am i to you he asks i put my hands in his lap and whisper you are every hope i've ever had in human form.

i struggle so deeply to understand how someone can pour their entire soul blood and energy into someone without wanting anything in return -i will have to wait till i'm a mother.

no it won't be love at first sight when we meet it'll be love at first remembrance cause i've seen you in my mother's eyes when she tells me to marry the type of man i'd want to raise my son to be like.

trying to convince myself i am allowed to take up space is like writing with my left hand when i was born to use my right -the idea shrinking is hereditary.

I’d be lying if I said you make me speechless the truth is you make my tongue so weak it forgets what language to speak in.

there is a difference between someone telling you they love you and them actually loving you.

i don't blame you for not knowing how to remain soft with me. sometimes i stay up thinking of all the places you are hurting which you'll never care to mention. i come from the same aching blood. from the same bone so desperate for attention i collapse in on myself. i am your daughter. i know the small talk is the only way you know how to tell me you love me. cause it is the only way i know how to tell you.

you have sadness living in places sadness shouldn’t live.

sometimes the apology never comes when it is wanted and when it comes it is neither wanted nor needed -you are too late.

people say things meant to rip you in half but you hold the power to not turn their words into a knife and cut yourself.

If I knew what safety looked like, I would have spent less time falling into arms that were not.

the next time you have your coffee black you'll taste the bitter state he left you in it will make you weep but you'll never stop drinking you'd rather have the darkest parts of him than have nothing.

i thank the universe for taking everything it has taken and giving to me everything it is giving -balance.

if he can't help but degrade other women when they're not looking if toxicity is central to his language he could hold you in his lap and be soft honey that man could feed you sugar and douse you in rose water but that still could not make him sweet -if you want to know what the type of man he is.

isn’t it such a tragic thing. when you can see it so clearly but the other person doesn’t.

i am sending my love to your eyes. may they always see goodness in people. and may you always practice kindness. may we see each other as one. may we be nothing short of in love with everything the universe has to offer. and may we always stay grounded. rooted. our feet planted firmly onto the earth.

the thing about having an alcoholic parent is an alcoholic parent does not exist simply an alcoholic who could not stay sober long enough to raise their kids.

you’ve touched me without even touching me.

you are in the habit of co-depending on people to make up for what you think you lack who tricked you into believing another person was meant to complete you when the most they can do is complement.

you look just like your mother i guess i do carry her tenderness well you both have the same eyes cause we are both exhausted and the hands we share the same wilting fingers but that rage your mother doesn't wear that rage you're right this rage is the one thing i get from my father.

we all move forward when we recognize how resilient and striking the women around us are.

To be soft is to be powerful.

you treat them like they have a heart like yours but not everyone can be as soft and as tender you don't see the person they are you see the person they have the potential to be you give and give till they pull everything out of you and leave you empty.

the way they leave tells you everything.

losing you was the becoming of myself.

you tell me i am not like most girls and learn to kiss me with your eyes closed something about the phrase - something about how i have to be unlike the women i call sisters in order to be wanted makes me want to spit your tongue out like i am supposed to be proud you picked me as if i should be relieved you think i am better than them.

a daughter should not have to beg her father for a relationship.

i will not have you build me into your life when what i want is to build a life with you - the difference.

we are all born/ so beautiful/ the greatest tragedy is/ being convinced we are not.

sex takes the consent of two if one person is lying there not doing anything cause they are not ready or not in the mood or simply don't want to yet the other is having sex with their body it's not love it is rape.

how is it so easy for you to be kind to people he askedmilk and honey dripped from my lips as i answered cause people have not been kind to me.

the thing worth holding on to would not have let go.

Like your mouth has the gift of reading and I'm your favorite book. Find your favorite page in the soft spot between my legs and read it carefully. Fluently. Vividly. Don't you dare leave a single word untouched. And I swear my ending will be so good.

the idea that we are so capable of love but still choose to be toxic.

the letting go has become the forgetting which is the most pleasant and saddest thing to have happened.

we began with honesty let us end in it too - us.

I know I should crumble for better reasons but have you seen that boy he brings the sun to its knees every night.

you were the most beautiful thing i'd ever felt till now. and i was convinced you'd remain the most beautiful thing i'd ever feel. do you know how limiting that is. to think at such a ripe young age i'd experienced the most exhilarating person i'd ever meet. how i'd spend the rest of my life just settling. to think i'd tasted the rawest form of honey and everything else would be refined and synthetic. that nothing else would be refined and synthetic. that nothing beyond this point would add up. that all the years beyond me could not combine themselves to be sweeter than you. - falsehood.

he only whispers i love you as he slips his hands down the waistband of your pants. this is where you must understand the difference between want and need—you may want that boy but you certainly don't need him.