sbangtanbae
sbangtanbae
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sbangtanbae · 5 years ago
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LGBT people, long frustrated by police brutality, finally fighting back. trans women of colour and gender non-conforming lesbians, were some of the key people involved in the act of resistance, including Marsha P. Johnson, Sylvia Rivera, and Stormé DeLarverie.

The First Pride Was A Riot
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sbangtanbae · 5 years ago
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at this point i know it's just my eyes that are appealed. you haven't touched my soul yet.
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sbangtanbae · 6 years ago
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what i've noticed as a teen girl surrounded by unhealthy coping mechanisms for distressed mental health and constant abuse of love/power in this generation. having an abundance of something prevents the ability to think greatly of it, and increases sensitivity to the opposite. in other words we find it difficult to either be grateful or hate something that is a huge part of our lives; when the opposite of that happens, we have a greater reaction to it. for example: receiving constant amounts of affection dulls someones sense of gratitude for it, and in a sense makes us less self-secure. the second that shower of love and affection is taken away, our reaction to it is a lot more hurt/insecure/angry than those who receive less affection. the same goes for any type of hurt. if it takes up a majority of our lives (being abused/have been abused for a long time), then we become accustomed to nothing else. people subjected to emotional/mental abuse then become extremely grateful for simple things, like kind words or a smile. as for physical abuse, a victim will flinch or retreat in fear over something simple as well, like a pat on the shoulder. all of these are things that we should calmly react to, yet won't.
-sanna khan
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sbangtanbae · 6 years ago
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“There’s more to your heart than choosing those who will never truly realize your worth. You are good enough to be with those who see you as some kind of magic. Someone who warms up people’s vibes, someone who’s a shoulder to smile on and someone who has a thousand goofy ideas to share and you will always be good enough. It’s time for you to start believing that there are people out there who will always treasure the love you give by loving you back in return. It’s time for you to start believing that you are also one of those people who will treat other’s hearts as if they’re a flower that you’d love to water every day. It’s time for you to start believing that when love is taken care of, it becomes beautiful – something you’d be happy enough to spend the rest of your life when it stays.”
— Juansen Dizon
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sbangtanbae · 6 years ago
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if you want to appease a powerful woman
compliment her on her brilliance. on her courage. on her ability to smile on rainy days. on the immense strength it takes to be the independent figure she is. compliment her on the inner beauty of her soul that is so vast it reflects from the light in her eyes to the glow of her heart.
don’t go for something as simple as, “you look hot today”. trust me, it’ll be worth it.
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sbangtanbae · 6 years ago
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exhaustion
depression isn’t just “sad”. it’s downright hell.
it’s sleeping through saturday and being exhausted sunday. it’s eating all the time or never eating enough. it’s not bothering to take your makeup off and letting it run through your eyes while you take an hour-long shower, just standing there soaking up the warmth you don’t feel inside. it’s screwing up your closest relationships just because. when will people learn that depression isn’t some form of temporary misery that is to be taken lightly? it’s a mental illness that affects everyone differently but leaves them feeling the same suffering each time.
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sbangtanbae · 6 years ago
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the way he looked at me
now i’m thinking. i’m thinking about the way his eyes glazed over mine, observing me thoughtfully as if i were an art piece that needed to be pondered over. i can’t exactly describe what it made me feel, just that i needed those gray clouded eyes hovering over me endlessly again. the way he looked at me made me fall in love every time.
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sbangtanbae · 6 years ago
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this is the offical ‘i care’ symbol this is how it works: basically you reblog this and your followers know that you care and that they can message you about anything anon or not and you will reply back or at least look at there message. if you care about your followers please reblog
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sbangtanbae · 6 years ago
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fetish
does anyone ever feel like they need that one person to live? to properly function and feel your heartbeat thumping in your chest because the blood that rushes to your face every time they speak to you or nudge you cooly on the shoulder is the same blood that only pumps for them? because you’ve spent so much time thinking about them, creating beautiful vintage romance scenarios in your head about that one goddamn person, that you can’t go one day without seeing their smile, hearing their voice and the ring of their laughter? have you ever wanted to just lay under the moon and the stars blasting your favorite oldie with them and be warmed by the static of their skin and reminded of the rhythm of their soft breaths? because me too. and it fucking sucks because while i always imagined it to be true, the things they did let me know that they were never mine and they never will be. all the things we could’ve done, baby, are left to the fragments of dust in my mind. everything we could've been, my love, has gone to waste. 
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sbangtanbae · 6 years ago
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She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art …was supposed to make you feel something.
Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park (via books-n-quotes)
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