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Honest Doubters.

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod 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 like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

"If I Didn’t Go On A Murderous Rampage Prior To My Suicide Would You Do It For Me? It Must have Slipped My Mind."

- http://vampires-angel.xanga.com/

I have yet to figure out how to be completely happy, because I’m not. I guess, in time I will be happy, but right now, it’s really hard to deal with what I have to try to deal with.

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Reblogged from skinny bitch

(via fuckyeahskinnybitch)

"I have never sold my soul to the devil. I have let him borrow it from time to time though."

Reality is a crutch for people who can’t handle drugs.

"If anyone has ever been in love with me for real, I don’t know about it. All I can remember is goodbyes."

- Elizabeth Wurtzel, More, Now, Again

"I know what must change. Fuck my face. Fuck my name. They are brief and false advertisements for a soul I don’t have, something true I have lacked and spent my whole life trying to make up for."

- Bright Eyes, False Advertising

I’ve got nothing to hide, except a couple pianos. And my sadness.

Although I enjoy being a woman I much prefer the company of men as they are less catty and more fun to be around.

(via theskeletonparty)

"Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them."

- —Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

Reblogged from counting doubts

"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold."

- Zelda Fitzgerald (via skyisland)

"I will not sell my soul to love."