vrati se sebi i gledaj kako je lijepo opet se imati

“𝙞 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤, 𝙞 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞'𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡”

- Rupi Kaur, Home Body

stop telling me to be happy the happy ones are all liars

Poem by the incredible Rupi Kaur

February 💎

I am not the whiskey you want, I am the water you need.

Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey

love my dad

who is my dad

but not my father.

Rupi Kaur poetry poster wall art (link in pinned post)

eh ali pička je snažna ne zaboravimo koliko boli pička može podnijeti koliki užitak pruža i sebi i drugima sjetite se da vas je ispljunula a da nije ni trepnula i sad ste živi i zdravi i koristite riječ pička kao da je uvreda a sami niste dovoljno snažni biti pička

Nećemo si lagati. Mi smo sve FACE. Sretan nam Dan žena🌹

The world gives you so much pain and here you are making gold out of it — there is nothing purer than that.

Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey

my love is a forest and all the trees are chopped down

I don't know what living a balanced life feels like. When I am sad, I don't cry, I pour. When I am happy, I don't smile, I glow. When I am angry, I don't yell, I burn. The good thing about feeling in extremes, is when I love, I give them wings. But perhaps that isn't such a good thing, cause they always tend to leave and you should see me, when my heart is broken. I don't grieve, I shatter.

Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey