the female stereotype of being overly polite and gracious and apologetic to everyone all the time actually makes me sick
when i meet new people they are always surprised at how direct i am
i have 0 time to make stupid people feel warm and fuzzy
i will not tip toe around you and somehow that trait is inherently un-feminine
"I love women," is not a get out of jail free card. Thicke pulled the same bullshit when he was accused of degrading women in "Blurred Lines": "When we made the song, we had nothing but the most respect for women," he said. How nice of you to say so, Mr. Thicke. Alas, your work shows the opposite to be true. I am fairly certain many of the men who buy sex and consume porn also think they do it because they really, really, love women. NOPE. You love women like I love wine — as something I consume selfishly for my personal benefit and as a product.
they took my fingernails first. i liked them
magnetic blue, shock-treatment orange, i
liked them statement full-stops like my fingers
were sentences and my knuckles were
commas and the second boy i kissed but
the first that i dated told me idly one evening
he thought they looked ugly, too bold, less like
traffic cones and more like cracked sidewalks,
he said that they stood out in the worst possible way, so
the next day i showed up with clear nail polish
then it was my hair when the first time i felt
my heart break like an avalanche, like a rock slide,
in tiny bits and then everything all at once and all
of a sudden until i was suffocating and my
brain felt heavy and even though my hair
touched the back of my knees and i had worn
it proudly, i couldn’t stand the idea of his fingers
through it, i felt like every knot was a birdcage where
memories were hidden so
i chopped it off and felt lighter for an instant
but could never wear it out of my face, ever again
not without feeling exposed and ready to come
then went my thighs because one boy said
i spilled over like sunday prayers, then my hips
when a girl i kissed wouldn’t stop playing with
the fat on them, then my shins and ribs and
one million other things until i was all husk
and no matter at all, i was in skin that felt
uneven, like there was sand underneath it
and i kissed people and gave them my body
because it didn’t even feel like i was in charge
of it - and i kissed a boy and when he said i should
start to work out again, i did not cry, just
do not give over the smallest change for them.
it will make it impossible to say no when it comes
to the big things. you were born beautiful and
lovely and with seaglass in your irises. find
someone who will nibble on your highlighter
fingertips and say “it looks like you wear m&m’s”
someone who will find joy in the little things and in your
flaws, finds perfection.
do not give yourself to them. your body and soul
are one thing. you must be as kind to yourself as you are
to a kitten. you house life, you house light, you are purple
through red -
find someone who wouldn’t
alter a single hair on your head.
if they want you to change, they don’t really want
to be with you. they want to be with someone who’s
not quite like you. love yourself enough
that you would not pretend for a lifetime that
you are someone else entirely.
I cut him out at the root, he was my favorite tree, rotting, threatening the foundations of my home.
—Warsan shire (via georgettekorizis)
That I can hardly stand it.
my mother just told me i was a freak of nature
no really she just told me i look like a giant prehistoric bird with tiny wings.
HOW DO I LOOK LIKE THIS
ok she said it is because of the way I ‘stalk up to her and look down at her and tilt my head”
That is a compliment my dear
theofficialwalmart asked: roses are red, violets are blue, i hate most people. but i tolerate you! <3 Happy Valentines day! love katie!!
Mutual my love