for women who know what they’re worth.
Hey, sad eyes.
Hey, coffee house headache.
Hey, beauty.Girl with the closed mouth
and the wispy legs, girl with the
ceremonious smile, the polite
head nod of recognition,
girl with so much fight inside
she has to brace her body against it.You are a revolution.
They made a peace treaty of you
before, shut you up with war tactics,
shut you up with love.You gave that up when the blows
kept coming, when the punches
rolled forward like a thunderstorm,
when the kisses tasted of vinegar.You gave up taking what you
were given and began to demand
what you deserved.You deserve to love yourself.
Get to know your heart like a good
book. Take it with you on your travels.
Coddle it like a sad child.Hey, straight spine.
Hey, proud posture.
Hey, dignity-still-in-tact.You did it.
You won.
for women who know what they’re worth.
Hey, sad eyes.
Hey, coffee house headache.
Hey, beauty.Girl with the closed mouth
and the wispy legs, girl with the
ceremonious smile, the polite
head nod of recognition,
girl with so much fight inside
she has to brace her body against it.You are a revolution.
They made a peace treaty of you
before, shut you up with war tactics,
shut you up with love.You gave that up when the blows
kept coming, when the punches
rolled forward like a thunderstorm,
when the kisses tasted of vinegar.You gave up taking what you
were given and began to demand
what you deserved.You deserve to love yourself.
Get to know your heart like a good
book. Take it with you on your travels.
Coddle it like a sad child.Hey, straight spine.
Hey, proud posture.
Hey, dignity-still-in-tact.You did it.
You won.
you can pretend like I dont exist but I still made you whimper like a little bitch when you were about to cum
(via kanyewesticle)
" I cannot stand small talk, because I feel like there’s an elephant standing in the room shitting all over everything and nobody is saying anything. I’m just dying to say, “Hey, do you ever feel like jumping off a bridge?” or “Do you feel an emptiness inside your chest at night that is going to swallow you?” But you can’t say that at a cocktail party. "
→ Alias: Lenore: Miscarriage
My sister has a mouth full of bleed.
She has two hazard sign eyes and a
stomach like a sieve.In it she entrusted one child,
one tiny infant with cherry tomato toes
and spider-silk eyelashes.When her stomach gave in,
when her stomach flushed that child out
like a wad of tissue, my…
" I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling. "
