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Patriarchy Proverb (via coyotegold)

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Don’t be slutty, don’t have sex. But be sexy. If you’re too sexy though and you get raped, then that’s you’re own fault because you’re not actually supposed to listen to us about being sexy, even though we tell you your value is derived from how sexy you are. If you get into a position of power, we will assume that you used your sex appeal to get there and not your brains and we will mock you even though we told you the only thing that mattered was your sex appeal. Make yourself accessible to me, but holy shit stop being so desperate and needy. Don’t be a tease. If we want to have sex with you, don’t friendzone us, even though we just fucking told you not to have sex.

Nishat Ahmed "Things I Want To Ask Your Boyfriend" (via norae-bangme)

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1. Are her lips like the hot chocolate your mother made During the winter months when you were seven? Or have you not tasted her well enough to find the fine granules of cocoa that lightly come with each kiss?

2. Do you know her favorite songs? Not when she is happy, but when she is sad. What music reaches inside her ribcage and softly consoles her heart?

3. When she is sad, are you on the phone or are you at her door? Words do not wipe away tears, fingers do.

4. Do you know all the things that keep her up at night? Do you know why she has gone three days without sleep? Do you know of the insurmountable waves of sadness that wash over her like a tsunami?

5. Do you know the things to say that will calm her heartbeat? The places to touch? The places to love?

6. Everytime you see her do you kiss her like it’s the last time but love her like it’s the first?

7. Do you love her?

8. Do you love her?

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Sometimes I get so numb I have to feel for a pulse to make sure I’m still alive.

Sharon Salzberg (via observando)

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We are all too often told by someone that we are too old, too young, too different, too much the same, and those comments can be devastating.

Growing Up (via extrasad)

(via daddys-little-toker)

but maybe snow is just angels
flicking ashes from their
cigarettes down to earth
and the days we spend home
from school playing in powdered
crystals will leave us coughing
up smoke when we turn 16

and the light pink dress your
mother used to make you wear
will turn red where it hits your
hips and kisses the tips of
your wrists and your mother
will ask you why there’s blood
on all your clothing and you’ll
pretend like you haven’t been
doing drugs in the bathroom
at school and crying so much

and one of these days I’ll scream
at you to kiss me and you’ll do it
and we’ll both burn into the ground
and watch our bones melt into
nothing because we are nothing
even though we’ve got ourselves
convinced that we’re the world
but at least your lips are against
mine

and you don’t always feel it at
first but when you feel it oh god
you feel it

and liquor seems like a good idea
until it’s not

and you’ll get better at feeling sorry
for yourself and bandaging cuts

and you’ll get better and finding
the stars under your skin and
learning to breathe again

and you’ll lose your fucking mind
but you’ll find it
again
and again
and again

and I’m terrified of growing up and
leaving behind chapped lips and
peach tasting kisses and fireworks
and headaches and eyes filled with
oceans pouring down your face and
flooding your mouth
but I would go anywhere with you

Growing Up (via extrasad)

(via k-lm-s)

but maybe snow is just angels
flicking ashes from their
cigarettes down to earth
and the days we spend home
from school playing in powdered
crystals will leave us coughing
up smoke when we turn 16

and the light pink dress your
mother used to make you wear
will turn red where it hits your
hips and kisses the tips of
your wrists and your mother
will ask you why there’s blood
on all your clothing and you’ll
pretend like you haven’t been
doing drugs in the bathroom
at school and crying so much

and one of these days I’ll scream
at you to kiss me and you’ll do it
and we’ll both burn into the ground
and watch our bones melt into
nothing because we are nothing
even though we’ve got ourselves
convinced that we’re the world
but at least your lips are against
mine

and you don’t always feel it at
first but when you feel it oh god
you feel it

and liquor seems like a good idea
until it’s not

and you’ll get better at feeling sorry
for yourself and bandaging cuts

and you’ll get better and finding
the stars under your skin and
learning to breathe again

and you’ll lose your fucking mind
but you’ll find it
again
and again
and again

and I’m terrified of growing up and
leaving behind chapped lips and
peach tasting kisses and fireworks
and headaches and eyes filled with
oceans pouring down your face and
flooding your mouth
but I would go anywhere with you

zanetheaiden:

u readin this?

u a princess.

i dont care if youre a goddamn bodybuilder, now ur now princess protein

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