dirtywheniwanttobe:

unhazed:

do you ever listen to a song and remember exactly what life was like when you first heard it

Very often

bioshockalacka:

Women can rape men.

Women can abuse men.

A woman having sex with a teenage boy is rape, not sex, she is a pedophile, and he is not “lucky”.

These things being a minority of cases does not mean they deserve less representation. Circumcision is genital mutilation against a non consenting individual.

The fact that people dont think these are issues, let alone give them any attention is pretty disgusting.

This is how you’ll lose me.
It will take months for me to realize my friends were right.
Now, I’m not sure if love does exist.
It certainly didn’t for us.
Heart now cold, mind now cynical.
And this is how you’ll lose me.

This is how you’ll lose me.
Slowly.
Because you pulled me back in with honey-soaked words,
Sweet to the taste,
Easy to swallow,
They never sat well in my stomach,
But you had me hooked,
And you knew it.
And this is how you’ll lose me.

This is how you’ll lose me.
“She’s just a friend”
“She’s just a friend”
“She’s just a friend”
Until she wasn’t.
Fucking her three times,
Is that what friends do?
I guess I wouldn’t know.
It’s a part of you you’d never give.
And this is how you’ll lose me.

This is how you’ll lose me.
It took my mom (“I hope he gets crabs”),
My dad (“I’d run him over with the suburban if I could”),
And both my sisters (“Can we beat the shit out of him?”)
For me to see
You are not worth a single tear more.
And this is how you’ll lose me.

This is how you’ll lose me.
Second fucking chance?
After all the times I’ve cried over you,
I laughed when you said second.
And this is how you’ll lose me.

This is how you’ll lose me.
I fall easily.
And hard.
It’s in my nature,
Alyssa Grace never suited me well.
As much as I loved hearing it come from your mouth.
I let you take advantage of that
Put aside the girl with fire in her heart,
And a wolf in her chest,
To be your sweet
And patient
Doormat.
And this is how you’ll lose me.

This is how you’ll lose me.
The look on your face when I told you
Didn’t say sorry,
And neither did your lips.
It said guilty.
But the love that I want,
Is one that would fight,
Claw,
Scream,
Beg,
Go to the ends of the earth
For one more chance.
Realizing that you were content to hang up on me,
End love with the touch of a button,
And a less than sincere bouquet of virtual words,
And that is how you lost me.

narcol-ptic (part 2 for part 1)
and i knew it was bad
when i woke up in the mornings
and the only thing i looked
forward to was going
back to bed
― poems from my uncle’s grave (via bl-ossomed)
We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.

Robert Fulghum (via kushandwizdom)

More good vibes here

(via words-of-emotion)

She moved on and I feel sorry for you, because she overlooked your flaws, your temper, your selfishness, your inability to love anyone but yourself. She could have anyone in the world, but she still chose you every time. All you are now is a crease in her past, a scar on her chest, a memory that fades faster than a photograph of you in a sealed box, hidden. Maybe now she will fight for someone who loves her, instead of someone who sucks the life out of her, never satisfied, even with her beating heart in his greedy hands.
― (via lilithelesbian13)