Lakȟóta wíŋyaŋ. indigenous feminist. archaeologist. student.mixed chick. fangirl. anthropologist. writer. tour guide. traveler. lover. artist. dancer. dreamer. survivor.

“Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.”

But never have I been a blue calm sea, I have always been a storm.

You kept calling me and pretty
and although I liked the sound of it
I didn’t want to hear it come out of your mouth
I wanted you to tell me you like the way
I never shut up about the things I care about
Or how I dreamt of a future
that was big and bold and daring
I need you to say that you loved the way
I smiled trying to contain my laughter
at dumb jokes on dumb shows
That the way I refuse to sleep in the dark
isn’t dumb or childish but rather smart.
That when I draw, the world slips away from me
and I’m immersed in my painting
trying to make sure ever line comes out
just how I imagined.
I don’t want to just be pretty.
I want to be something more
Tell me I’m everything in the universe,
I want you to see me for who I am.

- To be something more to you: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)

(via pocuhontas)

I want us to make each other better.

- someone you should probably hold on to (via braided-funk)

(via blooming-wild)

I’m never enough, I get that.

- Six Word Story  (via emiliaclarke)

(via emiliaclarke)

I made love. He just fucked.

- Six Word Story by Pien Pouwels - oceanflowerbird (via perfect)

(via wande-rlustt)