"Uncage me. Hidden underneath my flesh are dreams disguised as bones."
— Navin E. (via wordswritteninsilence)
"How supple are your sweet lips,
The kind that were meant for kisses,
Warm and brown-
I bet they taste like honey,
There is a fantasy,
That lives and breathes,
It flows through my simple veins,
Just the thought of your lips slightly parted,
Beckoning the kiss I so long for,
And my lips know nothing but your sacred name."
— submitted to anastasiaforever by theshinobiarmy (via anastasiaforever)
"Between stimulus and response, there is a space. In that space lies our freedom and power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and freedom."
— Viktor Frankl (1905 - 1997)
(Source: childrenofthetao, via iamboundtowin)