tylenold:

it’s not you’re* or your*. it’s all Mine. everything is Mine

shepardtaichou:

why are people so caught up in romanticizing the past? romanticize the future. there will be robots and slightly more equality

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)