Please forgive me if I don’t talk much at times. It’s loud enough in my head.
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i was at a grocery store really late one night and some old guy kind of eyed me as i walked out of the store next to this other lady. She and I made eye contact and i knew she was scared too. we loaded up our groceries into our cars as fast as possible and I had way more bags than her so she got done faster than me. I panicked because i was sure she was going to leave so i just hurried faster, shaking a little, and then i noticed she sat in her car, watching me and making sure nobody came near. She waited not until all my groceries were loaded, or until my cart was put away, or until I got into my car. No, she didn’t drive away until I drove away.
And that was the moment that I realized how much women need other women. That we can’t win this war without each other and we have to be looking out for each other, every second.
my last year in new york city, i got off the subway around 9 or 10p.m. i only lived about 5 blocks from the f train, but i hadn’t gotten more than two before a woman’s hand suddenly touched my arm.
“that guy behind us is following you,” she said. “he was watching you leave the train car and followed you up.”
i hadn’t noticed him, or at least not noticed him following me. when we stopped outside a grocery store, he stopped half a block back and loitered. the woman linked her arm with mine and walked me several blocks out of her way to my front door and made sure i got inside safely.
another time, nocigar and i were walking home and at a stoplight a stranger grabbed my arm when i wouldn’t respond to him and tried to physically drag me over to him. she—who is, by the way, not a very physically imposing girl—ripped his hand off my arm and snarled, “don’t fucking touch her.”
protect your friends. protect strangers. there are good men in the world, but don’t wait for them to do something if you can do it yourself.
I was at a club once and my friend left with her boyfriend so I finished my drink and was heading out to the parking lot when three girls came up to me and basically surrounded me.
“Those guys behind us were talking about following you. We can walk with you.”
I have MMA training but have never in my life had been offered the protection and sanction of my own gender. This is so important.
GIRL CODE. FUCKIN’ GIRL CODE. LEAVE NO GIRL BEHIND. EVER.
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Every once in a while in this amazing life someone with your same vibrational energy will appear. You know it’s magical when the two of you connect and both of your have tears of joy just from the intensity of pure ecstatic bliss. Cherish this ONE. Honor the gift that you are to each other. Give and receive freely from and to each other. Forget defining or putting titles on this union of hearts. Honor the flow and enjoy the magnificence of the sacred union. As you freely flow you will realize your energies stay connected no matter the distance between you. You will even ask each other: How is this even possible? Be grateful for this experience of a lifetime. The experiences that you are enjoying positively affects everyone connected to you. Allow your love and light to penetrate each other’s soul without expectations and enjoy the mind blowing magic that you create together. Ravish each other fully and respect the blissful awakening.
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What I’ve done, all my life, is apologise for the person I am, for how my sadness seeps into everything I do, shades everything grey when I touch it, only recedes with the moon. It’s hard to believe in colors when you’re tasting ashes in your mouth from the moment you wake up.
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I am being torn apart by feelings I don’t have names for and thoughts that make me sick. I am drowning in my own head and the only thing I can do is wake up every day hoping that sleep killed the monster that’s killing me.
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The thing about darkness is if it stays too long, you stop waiting for the sun and start finding solace in the moon.
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am I not your baby?
brown & not allowed
my own language?
my teeth pulled
from mouth, tongue
bloated with corn syrup?
america, didn’t you raise me?
bomb the country of my fathers
& then tell me to go back to it?
didn’t you mold the men
who murder children in schools
who spit at my bare arms
& uncovered head?
america, wasn’t it you?
Fatimah Asghar, “america,” featured by Split This Rock (via bostonpoetryslam)
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I haven’t spoken the words “I love you” to anyone for a long time. The last time I did, it was half-meant. A habit told to a boy I’ve gotten tired of loving. It was spoken like a plea, as if I could beg on knees and clasped hands, for it mean what it once was. The last time I said those words, it was for a dying love.
I have gotten close to saying it again. To you. Every time you give me those butterfly kisses, all the nights I have run my hands through your hair, as I touched my nose to yours, your fingers warm on my skin, every time you told me I was beautiful, every time I looked at you and realized you meant it, I have come close to saying it.
“I love you.”
Yet every time I almost did, it clogged up in my throat, all fear and doubt and acid until it choked me to silence. My hands turned to ice and darling, I became so very, very scared. At any other given time, I would have bravely said it. If you had met me before, when I was unapologetic and brass and candid, when it was free for me to love, I’d have been able to say it.
But this is me now, cautious and wary and guarded. And I am sorry, for myself most especially. We would have been beautiful. If only I was not so terrified of loving you.
Confessions part 3 // Genefe Navilon (via letters-to-the-sea)
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I wanted you to kiss me as if my body resembled the entire blank canvas of the universe, and leave behind every planet, star and constellation with the patterns of your lips.
submission #351 from Hayley Everts (via 10secondstosayitall)
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Its funny
You know?
Life that is
They allow you
To dream
To make you desire something
But they deny
Your intention
To want them
They allow you
To see colors
To decorate your soul
They gave you the freedom to want
And call you a fool
Eun, Imbecile (via wnq-writers)
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She wasn’t the type of girl who wanted a beautiful, unique, magical love like in the movies or books.
She just wanted somebody to appreciate her and notice her.
She just needed somebody to hold onto her and say “you brighten up my life”…
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I have sharp teeth inside my mouth,
inside my dark red lips,
And lacquer slickly hides the claws
In my red fingertips.
Angela Carter, from “Unicorn,” Unicorn: The Poetry of Angela Carter (via lifeinpoetry)
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I think the hardest part about falling in love is that you no longer have control over your own emotions. one word, one look could change your entire day, whether it be good or bad. someone has the ability to get inside your head, learn everything about you but it’s never guaranteed that they’re going to stick around. but i think the worst part is that you don’t even have control over falling in love. it just happens, even if you don’t want it to. it’ll either break your heart or make you feel alive, but the most awful truth of it all is that we all die at some point, with or without them.
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I think the problem was it was over before it began, I think that’s what killed us. We were just two people who met randomly and although we had that spark; it was all at the wrong time. It failed before it even began, and I will always wonder what it could’ve amounted to.
(via radiantquotes)
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