radical boyfriends

  • Liberal feminism: My feminism has to be quiet or I'll offend my boyfriend uwu
  • Radical feminism: I'm gonna spout out the same transphobic arguments that my drunk uncle brought up when he ranted about the Target bathrooms during Thanksgiving dinner and call it radical!

anonymous asked:

How do voodoo dolls work? Can they emotionally affect a person? Or persuade them?

Voodoo dolls, again I have to state, can be used in spellwork for those who practice voodoo or voudun or any other kind of practice that derives from tribal witchcraft. If you are not a part of that group, and try to specifically use voodoo dolls, that is cultural appropriation.

I’ll tell you what they do not do. If you put a pin in a doll designed for that person, that person will not immediately feel that pain. If you light one on fire, that person will not suddenly burst into flames. Nothing works like that.

You can use any doll in spellwork to represent a person or concept. For example, you can make one representing your fear of something. You then cast spells on that doll in order to cast the spell on that person. For example, my landlady who became radicalized by her boyfriend into a ravid Trump supporter, to the point where she evicted me, had me furious. I made a little figurine of her out of paper. I took a dump in my toilet. I put the paper doll in the toilet and let it dissolve before I flushed. That is what I wish on her. And the way things are going, it looks like she’s about to lose all of her health care, and it’s a possibility that her grandkids could get deported. So there’s that.

Just please erase the concept that voodoo dolls are some kind of magical, powerful, mysterious, and evil doll that can control people. That is not what it is at all. A lot of people keep asking me how to dispose of them, I think because they believe that if they throw it in the trash then someone will wind up in trash? I don’t know.

You pretty little scorpion
on his nightstand. You mosquito

flying into our bedroom
carrying all your not-malaria.

Imagine me a frog, long tongue
slithering out to swallow you

whole. Imagine him, warm,
asleep beside me. While you wait

for his response, phone poised
in your hand like a rattlesnake.

—  Clementine von Radics, Ode To The Girl Texting My Boyfriend In The Middle Of The Night
I wonder If you know that you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry.
—  Clementine Von Radics

Nice Guys Finish Last

1. kill my boyfriend- natalia kills, 2. lewis takes action- owen pallet, 3. jenny- studio killers, 4. sweater weather- the neighborhood, 5. black eyes- radical face, 6. boyfriend- best coast, 7. the sailor song- the gadsdens, 8. poppies- the attorneys, 9. don’t mess with me- temposhark 10. die young (deconstructed)- ke$ha

a KeiAki mix i co-made with Bri!! (●′▽‵●) hope everyone enjoys it!

I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

—  Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers