through tough thoughts

Still I Rise

southernights:

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and…

ingroan:

i need to get a real job so i can stop crying over expensive lingerie and start crying in expensive lingerie

(via yonce-be)