16 10 / 2014

"

I remember when I was seven years old and I thought I knew pain.
I fell out of a tree and landed on the curve of my back,
each vertebrae cracked like glass and left shrapnel in my spine.
My mother said, “where does it hurt, baby?”
I said “oh God, Mama. Everywhere.”


I remember when I was fourteen years old and I thought I knew pain,
the first time a boy said he loved me and lied,
the first time a boy told me I was beautiful and then changed his mind.
My heart went quiet and I cried for two days.
My mother was the one who made me come out of my room and stand in the sunlight.
My mother was the one who taught me that morning would still come even if he was gone.
My mother said, “where does it hurt, baby?”
I said “oh God, Mama. Everywhere.”


The first time a girl ran her fingers over my skin,
I hated myself for it,
because I loved her and it scared me.
My hands shook for a week straight and everything I said tasted like an apology.
My mother found me choking on a confession, rosary beads still clutched in my trembling fingers.
My mother said, “where does it hurt, baby?”
I shook my head.
I wanted so badly to say, “oh God, Mama. Everywhere.”


At seven my mother would have rather me shatter my spine than join the neighborhood softball team.
At fourteen I chopped off all my hair and my mother bit her lip, consoled me, told me it would grow back and I’d look like a real girl again.
At sixteen I am crumbling.
Sometimes all I can think about is satin skin under my fingertips, long locks knotted in my hands.
Sometimes I think I’d look better with lipstick staining the skin on my collarbone, with an unfamiliar perfume spilled across my sheets.
Sometimes these thoughts come in the middle of the night and I realize I’ll never pray them away.
I stagger out of my room in the morning with half-moons stapled beneath my eyes like eviction notices,
like I am not welcome in this house.
My mother says, “Where does it hurt, baby?”
I shake my head.
I think, “oh god, Mama.”
I think, “you wouldn’t love me if you knew.”

"

Everywhere, Mama. (via poppyflowerpoetry)

(via werner-norton)

16 10 / 2014

timballisto:

superhappy:

cognitivedissonance:

After threats against her life, Anita Sarkeesian canceled an upcoming talk at Utah State University. Gamergate trolls are celebrating on Twitter while simultaneously dismissing the threats as nothing. Does this read like nothing to you?

“I will write my manifesto in her spilled blood, and you will all bear witness to what feminist lies and poison have done to the men of America.”

The email’s author threatened to murder feminist women indiscriminately in a mass shooting. And because carrying guns on campus outweigh the right of students and guests to be safe, Anita Sarkeesian canceled her talk.

BUT WE SHOULDN’T FEEL THREATENED, RIGHT?

BECAUSE IT’S JUST THE INTERNET, RIGHT?

The bullies won this time. And if you think this shit isn’t dangerous, I’m fresh out of fucks to give and I’m not restocking any time soon. It’s goddamn wrong to to dismiss this by claiming the author isn’t serious. Elliot Rodger’s rantings were dismissed until it was too late.

This. Is. Not. OK.

guns… literally more important than the lives of women in the state of loveable mormons

I go to the University of Utah and I literally had no idea this was happening. Wow. Not surprised though. There’s a lot of hatred here, under the repressed white heteronormativity.

(via assbutt-in-the-garrison)

15 10 / 2014

foulmilk:

inlifesansawins:

why is it

"no boy will want you if you keep on with that feminist rubbish"

and not

"no girl will want you if you keep on being a misogynistic piece of shit"

YOOOOOO

(Source: fabiansgoldwatches, via lost-in-a-crowd-of-muggles)

15 10 / 2014

joshishollywood:

sparklewench:

editorial design antics, pt. 2

this looks like a normal magazine spread right

image

well

if you look really closely on one of the melons i put a really tiny pterodactyl right in the middle

image

no one noticed

and they actually published it

now there are 2000 copies of this magazine featuring this tiny pterodactyl and i’m the one at fault

oh my god am i a horrible person or what

If I could live one day the way you live your entire life

(via placare)

10 10 / 2014

10 10 / 2014

transparensie:

a short comic i did for my english sci-fi final, about a girl and her android

talk about things taking forever @__@

6.11.14

(via look-its-tomorrow)

10 10 / 2014

dingoinnuendo:

people who type lol when theyre mad are the people you have to watch out for theyll fucking stab you in the back in a dark alley and steal your wallet whispering “lol” all passive aggressively into your ear. same goes for “lmao”. Watch out

(Source: jackwhynand, via arrangatang)

10 10 / 2014

combustion-woman-blog:

Looks like someone already disapproves of Kuvira. 

combustion-woman-blog:

Looks like someone already disapproves of Kuvira. 

(via obsessandfangirl)

10 10 / 2014

10 10 / 2014

slayboybunny:

everyone who thinks im cute because theyve seen my selfies online have got a nother thing coming tbh lol……………. cameras cannot pick up how beautiful i am in real life

(Source: slayboobunny, via prasejeebus)