У него кость пушистая
“He Has Fluffy Bones”
fuck dude he sure does
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Patient. Kind. Balanced. Fine
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“You misinterpret everything, even the silence.”
— Franz Kafka, The Castle
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I wanna be that person who just radiates nice energy like, I wanna be that person who you’ve never spoken to before but you think of me as a friend already. I wanna be that person you feel that you can come to for advice whenever, or someone who makes you feel better by just talking to you. I’m gonna try really hard to be that person.
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self love ain’t just bubble baths & face masks it’s owning up to your shit , accepting your flaws , encouraging yourself to do better.
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THE FIRST TIME I SLEPT IN HIS BED
HE ASKED ME IF I LIKED THE SMELL OF LAVENDER
AND SINCE THEN
EVERYTHING THAT CALMS ME HAS BEEN PURPLE.But if I could name this feeling, I’d call it
the road home is longer than it looks.
I’d call it, plane tickets and loose change
are caught in my throat.
I’d call it, screaming skin and my heart
taming its wilderness in you.The first time I slept in his bed,
he asked me if I liked the smell of lavender.Well,
I do now.And if I could name this feeling, I’d call it
memories of my week with you.
I’d call it, asking the cards ‘what the hell am I supposed to do
with these now?’
I’d call it, there isn’t an answer, only sore lungs
soaking up an aching heart.The first time I slept in his bed,
he told me the distance between us might be louder
than anything we have to offer.So I wrote this poem in his sheets
and it isn’t going to silence my skin
or bring my heart backbut it will put my hopes out into the universe that one day
we will wake up to the smell of lavender
in a town we both call home.Alessia Di Cesare, The First Time I Slept In His Bed (via featherumbrellas)(via eemmxx)
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Because when I was 13 years old, I was sent home for my tank top straps being a little too thin, but a boy could wear a Cool Story babe, Go Make Me A Sandwich shirt and not be looked at twice.
Because when I was 17 and I told a guy “No” and the next day the word tease was painted on my locker.
Because when I was 18 and just wanted to be friends, I was a bitch.
Because I feel the need to say “I have a boyfriend” instead of “No” because guys respect other men more than they would ever respect me.
Because society screams “don’t get raped” instead of “don’t rape”
Because I am scared to walk alone at 10 PM
Because being beautiful is the most important thing I’ll ever do.
Because when I wear my favorite skirt “I’m asking for it”
Because the song Blurred Lines exists
Because no means no no matter how you fucking spin it
Because a girl was drugged and raped with a beer bottle, and the boys who did it are out on bail.
Because I owe you nothingBecause pepper spray is a gift I receive yearly.
Because I am asked if I have a boyfriend more than I am asked about my mental health
Because my clothes say more about my consent then my mouth does.
Because the wage gap exists
Because “not all men are like that” is said way too often
ENOUGH ARE
Because I feel the need to say “I’m not a feminist but…”
Because I’m writing this fucking piece
When you ask why I’m angry? (via brennanat)(via neutralbooty)
