can i just eat everything
ugh, these sweet ladies and fiery boys ~swoon~
actually mildly rewarding at some points too woah
social media is funny as hell
kay meeting random-ass stranger at the lakes, here’s a shout-out on my location in case i turn into a missing person
1. it’s like her body makes forgiveness
the way mine makes blood.
the way it flows from her when she’s injured.
2. she says ‘there is no such thing as destiny
there is nothing you can’t control.’
but she is wrong. she is so, so wrong.
3. i choke on my secrets. i show her my scars.
she says ‘memories are like family,
you can always walk away.’ (she hasn’t
seen her father since high school.)
4. she’s one of those anarchists
that’s really just hopeful.
revolutionaries that in their hearts
are still children with tree branch swords.
deep down, she believes the world is perfectible.
Very, very early version of my poem “6 Memories From Loving an Optimist” that I guess is still floating around the internet! (via clementinevonradics)
so horribly awfully sad
it’s like how can you be so worried about radical feminism in this kind of society? that’s like worrying about getting eaten by a crocodile when you go swimming but the lake is literally made of cyanide so i feel like there are bigger issues at stake here
wait there are actually people who think misandry is a thing? wow leave