They call us killers, honey,
I say with teeth clenched around your jugular.
You’ve got them graveyard hands,
nails dredged up from diamond mines,
bones screaming bloody murder.
I wear combat boots and only smoke Camels,
like how you look with a noose around your neck.
Teach me to breathe poetry in the hollows
of your spine, bruise my name down your back.
With teeth made of cigarette smoke
and wrists of chewed leather,
I keep you perched on pretty legs
in the passenger seat of my father’s old car,
radio turned to love songs we never learned to sing.
We weren’t made for that marrying kind of tender;
we kiss like addicts hungry for a hit.
We are fighters, not lovers –
poets who plot murders and get drunk
to find God or our mothers’ ghosts,
spend all our time applying assonance to bar fights.
You’re good for alliterations and throwing punches,
you keep the boys hungry and on their knees.
I’m not good for much at all, baby,
A useless kid with knuckles bruised from living –
Killers, honey, killers. ❞
—— This Is What They Call Us | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)
Anonymous asked:
"dirty hands, dirtier mouth" honey child you don't love yourself this white cracker gon give you they STDs with them ten day old mayonaise and cheesy dorito coated fingernails no matter the pretty words boys like that with they hand me down leather jackets smell like pickle and onion sandwiches bruv got some KKK agenda trust me, im just messin tho


am now taking applications for men who are exactly like Alex Turner, must include:
- slicked back hair
- tightly curled upper lip
- soul destroying dark eyes
- downright nonchalant and lazy attitude
- leather jacket
- all black
- heart of gold hidden beneath layers of indifference
- dirty hands, dirtier mouth
- will write me lyrics like “and I helter skelter around her little finger I ride it endlessly”

❝ I stopped going to therapy because I knew my therapist was right and I wanted to keep being wrong. I wanted to keep my bad habits like charms on a bracelet. I did not want to be brave. I think I like my brain best in a bar fight with my heart. I think I like myself a little broken. I’m ok if that makes me less loved. I like poetry better than therapy anyway. The poems never judge me for healing wrong. ❞
Tuesday, 22nd of April with 61,397 notes
Anonymous asked:
I'm 18 and I've never been kissed. Or loved. And it's killing me because I feel so pathetic

You’re not pathetic, who’s been teaching you these silly things? Your life doesn’t have a schedule, you know. There’s no sell-by date on your mouth. You will be kissed! Quite thoroughly I’d wager. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not even in a year and it doesn’t matter when it comes. God, you’ve got so much going for you you’re practically setting things ablaze with how alive you are. Don’t dim that by thinking things like “there’s something wrong with me because I haven’t been touched.” There are girls as young as 12 throwing themselves at boys who don’t know how to make them feel. That’s sad and lonely. I’d rather wait, I’d rather wait a long long time for just the right kind of kisses.

Tuesday, 22nd of April with 173 notes
Anonymous asked:
Sometimes you make my blood boil, but sometimes I just want to kiss the back of your hand

Ooooh I don’t want back of the hand kisses or gentleman kisses. I want to be kissed so thoroughly that it feels like being undressed. It feels like coming away raw. Or changed.

❝ I am not good. I am not virtuous. I am not sympathetic. I am not generous. I am merely and above all a creature of intense passionate feeling. I feel—everything. It is my genius. It burns me like fire. ❞
—— Mary MacLane,I Await the Devil’s Coming  (via saintofsass)
Tuesday, 22nd of April with 10,049 notes
ooooh yes  

Make good choices and become friends with Caitlyn (alonesomes)

Monday, 21st of April with 128 notes

the sheer relief that comes from giving up on someone who turns out to actually be a pretty awful person. wow. feels like shaking off something and coming out completely clean again 

Monday, 21st of April with 173 notes
Anonymous asked:
Maybe if I get skinnier he's gonna love me

Don’t you dare, don’t you dare say something like that I’ll take you by the shoulders and breathe these words into your mouth. You can’t place your self worth in the hands of a man. Don’t do that to yourself. It’s cruel to your body, it’s cruel to the little girl you were when you were younger. The one who you promised to look after and take care of. He doesn’t like your body? Oh well. Get rid of him. Find someone who doesn’t give a shit if you weigh 7 stone or 17 stone. Find someone who recognises that there’s more to people than how much they weigh. Understand that you’re more than the way you look. Understand that you’re defined by more than what you weigh. If he’s only with you for how you look trust me, it’s not gonna work out anyhow. And God, why would you want a man like that? Why would you even stay with him? If he’s shallow enough, fuck that. Listen, I’d rather be all the things that I am. I’d rather be intelligent and witty and kind and gentle than thin. Don’t get me wrong I want to lose weight. But I want to do it for me. It’s only ever been for me. And that’s how it should be for you too.

Monday, 21st of April with 178 notes

Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic - Sleeping At Last
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Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she does just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic || Sleeping At Last

❝ Never push a loyal person to the point where they no longer care. ❞
—— Unknown (via peppermintpatteee)
Monday, 21st of April with 237,196 notes

You want to say Hi to the cute girl on the subway. How will she react? Fortunately, I can tell you with some certainty, because she’s already sending messages to you. Looking out the window, reading a book, working on a computer, arms folded across chest, body away from you = do not disturb. So, y’know, don’t disturb her. Really. Even to say that you like her hair, shoes, or book. A compliment is not always a reason for women to smile and say thank you. You are a threat, remember? You are Schrödinger’s Rapist. Don’t assume that whatever you have to say will win her over with charm or flattery. Believe what she’s signaling, and back off.

If you speak, and she responds in a monosyllabic way without looking at you, she’s saying, “I don’t want to be rude, but please leave me alone.” You don’t know why. It could be “Please leave me alone because I am trying to memorize Beowulf.” It could be “Please leave me alone because you are a scary, scary man with breath like a water buffalo.” It could be “Please leave me alone because I am planning my assassination of a major geopolitical figure and I will have to kill you if you are able to recognize me and blow my cover.”

On the other hand, if she is turned towards you, making eye contact, and she responds in a friendly and talkative manner when you speak to her, you are getting a green light. You can continue the conversation until you start getting signals to back off.

The fourth point: If you fail to respect what women say, you label yourself a problem.

There’s a man with whom I went out on a single date—afternoon coffee, for one hour by the clock—on July 25th. In the two days after the date, he sent me about fifteen e-mails, scolding me for non-responsiveness. I e-mailed him back, saying, “Look, this is a disproportionate response to a single date. You are making me uncomfortable. Do not contact me again.” It is now October 7th. Does he still e-mail?

Yeah. He does. About every two weeks.

This man scores higher on the threat level scale than Man with the Cockroach Tattoos. (Who, after all, is guilty of nothing more than terrifying bad taste.) You see, Mr. E-mail has made it clear that he ignores what I say when he wants something from me. Now, I don’t know if he is an actual rapist, and I sincerely hope he’s not. But he is certainly Schrödinger’s Rapist, and this particular Schrödinger’s Rapist has a probability ratio greater than one in sixty. Because a man who ignores a woman’s NO in a non-sexual setting is more likely to ignore NO in a sexual setting, as well.

So if you speak to a woman who is otherwise occupied, you’re sending a subtle message. It is that your desire to interact trumps her right to be left alone. If you pursue a conversation when she’s tried to cut it off, you send a message. It is that your desire to speak trumps her right to be left alone. And each of those messages indicates that you believe your desires are a legitimate reason to override her rights.

For women, who are watching you very closely to determine how much of a threat you are, this is an important piece of data.


an excerpt from Phaedra Starling’s “Schrödinger’s Rapist: or a guy’s guide to approaching strange women without being maced” (via lostgrrrls)

women being afraid of Shrodinger’s Rapists (oh my god i still can’t get over the encompassing brilliance of this phrase) is a conditioned, learned response from being immersed in rape culture and the evolution of sexism and sexual violence in our society from the day we’re born. And unfortunately, it’s very difficult to unlearn without the efforts of all genders to dismantle it. Which is where you come in.

Monday, 21st of April with 120,048 notes
Anonymous asked:
He's going to leave . I feel it in my bones . I swear to god I didn't do anything or say anything that deserves this . He was touching my face like it was a map to a universe he was trying to discover only two days ago and now he looks at me from across the room rather than trying to talk to me regardless of who's watching because he only wants to be close. Help me Azra it hurts so much - z

so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.”
- Warsan Shire

Monday, 21st of April with 174 notes
❝ You are enough. Paint it on your mirrors, on the back of your eyelids, drown it in your stomach, sing it in every word you say. You are never too much. Eat your food, sleep eight hours, walk like you love yourself. You are enough. Say it in your sleep, mantras to carry you through your day. There is never enough of you. You are a thirst that is never quenched. I crave you when you’re away. I love every piece of you. But I cannot make you love yourself. ❞
—— Michelle K., You Are Enough.  (via cold-winter-days)
Monday, 21st of April with 67,680 notes