a woman letting you see her naked is her trusting you to the fucking core. don’t take it for granted. something like that may be minor to you but to her. its everything..
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I’m not having babies until I’m super comfortable in my financial and love life. I will NOT be at home breast feeding and stressing while my man is out doing him. Never.
Never.
Is she naked because you love her or do you love her because shes naked?
(via fick-michblick)
I would like to be known as an intelligent woman, a courageous woman, a loving woman, a woman who teaches by being.
“I believe a strong woman may be stronger than a man, particularly if she happens to have love in her heart. I guess a loving woman is indestructible.”
— John Steinbeck
Date someone you can be fucking weird as hell with who at the end of the day still wants to get naked with you.
Marry a strong woman. Your daughter will have a role model and your son will know what to look for in a woman when he’s a man.
(via yung-goddess6)
I would get so jealous
when I thought of her.
I would see her naked in the shower,
moving her caramel body
in the mirror.
As the water lingered
on her skin.
Her smokey eyes,
big and brown,
and at times when she
was flirty, green
She wrote her best
poems in the shower,
late at night
I envied her
because her best love poems
were about herself.
Cause somehow
she did not belong to anyone.
But oh dear,
we tried. Goddamn.
She was something out of
a french movie.
Her in the shower,
with her black wet hair,
and her eyes of agony.
We died just so she can dance
in the shower..
A Lover’s Thought by Royla Asghar (via poems-of-madness)
I would get so jealous
when I thought of her.
I would see her naked in the shower,
moving her caramel body
in the mirror.
As the water lingered
on her skin.
Her smokey eyes,
big and brown,
and at times when she
was flirty, green
She wrote her best
poems in the shower,
late at night
I envied her
because her best love poems
were about herself.
Cause somehow
she did not belong to anyone.
But oh dear,
we tried. Goddamn.
She was something out of
a french movie.
Her in the shower,
with her black wet hair,
and her eyes of agony.
We died just so she can dance
in the shower..
A Lover’s Thought by Royla Asghar (via poems-of-madness)