"This is for those of us
who grew up without fathers
who have only known
a mother’s touch

Darling, you are not a wayside thought
Just because your father
could not love you
the way you wanted
does not mean
you are undeserving

Take those words
dad and daddy and baba
The only person those names belong to
will never hear them
Roll these words around on your tongue
Remember how this feels
the strength you have built from absence

He will not walk you down the aisle
but you are not anyone’s to give away
So as you walk toward your future
look at your mother
Remember how she has tried
to give you the universe
She would reel in
the Milky Way if she could
to light your path

This is for those of us
who know earth is a woman
She has never needed another
to hold her gravity"

Carmen Ye l letter to my mother #9 (via wordsileftbehind)

"I don’t want to make small talk
I don’t want to know your favorite food
I want to know what your kitchen smells like when you’re lonely
Do you fill it with cinnamon
To remind yourself of the last latte she drank there
Or do you let the pizza and beer take hold
Until you can’t remember
Which spoons have been desecrated by her lips

I don’t want to know your mother’s name
I want to know if your insides curled
And whether you could look her in the eye
The first time you told her a lie
I don’t want to know what you do for a living
I want to know how you spend your time dreaming

I want to know who broke your heart
And why you let them
I want to know what grief looks like scattered on the floor
And how you picked up the pieces
To stand before me, all soul and fire and hope, still
I want to know what you would ink over that fragile muscle
What you carry close enough to you
That you would risk it bleeding into your lifeline

I want to know what anchors you to this earth
And whether you could lose it
And start all over again tomorrow"

small talk (via wordsileftbehind)

(via izme)

18 Things Women Shouldn't Have To Justify

I need to remind myself.        














It’s been a good year. Lots of traveling, lots of friends. It’s been a good year :)

23 Things To Do Instead Of Getting Engaged Before You’re 23

I love love love love love this. So perfect. So wonderful. Not that i believe this applies to everyone who gets married under the age of 23…but this is the best. 

New Years Resolutions — a note to self

^2012 Priscilla 

to the future me as a reminder of the things I plan to accomplish in 2014: 

1. To stop drinking so much diet coke. And coffee. (So far you’ve been doing very well with the coffee…diet coke, not so much. Remember: You do not want to be one of those crazy middle-aged diet coke obsessed women…like your 8th grade math teacher. scary stuff). 

2. To talk to more strangers. Contrary to what your parents told you, and from what you have observed, talking to strangers is actually a good thing—can actually be a good thing. plus you have a nasty resting-bitch-face that is scary…i think.

3. Stick to your schedule. You make these really well thought out, well planned schedules, and always attempt to follow through, but then something will happen — like you’ll forget to bring a sweater and are slightly cold at the library—and you’ll end up completely giving up on it. stop that. 

4. Work out. It’s not that you have a plan to “lose weight”, although that would be awesome, it’s more that you have a plan to “get in shape”. Like, it would be awesome if you could take the stairs from Marthas to MVR floor 2 without dying. 

5. Stop lecturing. Every time someone, i.e. your mother/brother, asks you for advice or does something stupid, don’t lecture them. You’ll turn into your dad and become one of those people who go on crazy rants for hours without realizing that there is no one listening to them.

6. Stop hatin’ on your self. Yes, being self-aware is super important and crucial to improvement, but being so self-critical is not…and on that note, being so self-critical leads to being so critical of others…and it’s stressing you out. Relax.

7. Ponder more on what your blessings are and what you’re thankful for. 

8. Help someone. 

9. Call your grandma at least once every two weeks. she’s lonely. 

10. Stop procrastinating. 

11. Get a normal sleep schedule. i.e. go to bed at 12 and wake up at 7! (go to bed now!)

12. Keep in touch with your friends. You suck at it. Call a friend, any friend, at least once a week. Try skyping for once. Respond to texts and emails faster. 


Thank you to all the Thread members who contributed to our Bake Sale yesterday and thank you to everyone who purchased our goodies ♡


The Thread Magazines’s president and creative director draping at our Punk Couture photo shoot yesterday.  I seriously get to work with some of the most talented people! 

(Source: miniaturepieces, via thread-magazine)

Hey, it’s me

This is what I’ve been up to this summer.




The longer story behind the most haunting photo from the Bangladesh factory collapse  

(via Portraits of Pain | TIME.com)

"It’s not an easy picture to look at. A man clings to the arched body of a woman, her back bent as if gasping for air.

He seems asleep amid the debris, except that his mouth is packed with dirt, and a tear of blood runs down the side of his nose. The image, shot by Bangladeshi photographer Taslima Akhter, captures in one poignant frame the human cost of the April 24 collapse of the Rana Plaza garment-factory complex in the Dhaka sub­district of Savar. At least 1,129 workers died in what is probably the worst apparel-industry accident ever.

As the photo of the pair went viral, people worldwide messaged Akhter: Who were they? How were they related? Where did they come from? What were their lives like?” (Read on)

Photos above (Taslima Akhter for TIME)

1. Waleda injured her arm jumping out of a window at Rana Plaza to escape. She is recovering at home in her village but says there is no work for her there; she plans to return to the garment industry. “The only thing I’ll ask is how high the building is. I won’t work on a high floor.”

2. A note found in the pocket of 18-year-old Al Amin, who died in the Rana Plaza factory collapse. His girlfriend, Asha, wrote, “I love you. My love just for you.”

3. Poly Akhter’s mother grieves for her. Her other daughter, Dalia, also worked in the factory complex but did not go to work on the day of the collapse.

4. Second-grader Mehedy Khan, 8, lost his mother in Rana Plaza. She is still listed as missing, and he waits for her to return home.

5. After Shanta’s father died, she became her family’s sole breadwinner, supporting her mother and younger brother with her wages from the garment factory. Her mother, Shahida, does not know the name of the factory where she worked and has begun selling their furniture to pay the rent on their home, where Shanta’s photo is proudly displayed.