i honest to god was walking through the parking lot of my college’s chick fil a and i witnessed with my own damn eyes two beautiful women, one in a plain dress and the other in a navy uniform, hold hands and then kiss each other goodbye and it was so cute and as i turned to head back to my dorm i saw these two boys staring at them across the parking lot and i was like “oh no” but then the taller one grabbed the shorter one and kissed him really hard and they looked so embarrassed and i realized that sometimes you just gotta have a little courage yknow
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Anonymous asked:
saltwaterandroses answered:
- because i woke up from a nap with a boys hands sliding down my jeans and when I left him with a black eye he told everyone i was a bitch and a slut that he used for sex when I had never had sex at all
- because my close friend was raped in her dorm room and now she can’t get in bed without checking that the door is locked 3 times
- because “she was asking for it” is still said
- because no doesn’t mean no in todays society
- because i can’t wear shorts in 90 degree weather without being oversexualized
- because the phrase “boys will be boys” is still in existance
- BECAUSE IT IS IMPORTANT AND SOMETHING TO BE FIRED UP OVER
life may be rough but boobs are really really soft
women grow hair on their boobs and their butts and their legs and their arms and their stomachs and their face and really anywhere their genetics decides to have hair and it is perfectly normal what isnt normal is men who have never touched a razor trying to shame women for not looking like a hairless baby
“Strong women still need their hands held.”
— Dau Voire
concept: we’re both home in our underwear after a long day at work. your head is in my lap; my hands playing with your hair. we can hear rain against the windowpane outside. it’s quiet, and comfortable, and i love you.
this is an excuse to get hurt
so aren’t we just masochists looking to swallow dirt?
turn our ribcages into garden beds and lungs into breeding grounds
make weeds grow in the ventricles of our hearts
and then yank them; weave them through our arms
slice our skin, sweet and smooth
so they can live on our life blood
and hold hands like children in the dark.
I think if I loved someone, it would feel like a gunshot singing in my chest.
the exit wound is always bigger than the place the bullet first came through
and isn’t that also true with people?
that it hurts less to let someone in than it does to let them out
that watching the porch door swing shut is an earthquake’s aftershock, smoking and burning in the spaces between…
I’m so far behind I thought I was breaking the ribbon for the first fucking time
I don’t see people in the present.
I see them in leftover coffee grinds
and dirty dishes
and the lint in the dryer
in the places they’ve been, not the places they are
maybe that’s why I can never keep up.
I don’t know how it feels to savor the taste of victory;
solidarity
I
am
solitary
I am the sea
and this body is a fleet of shipsI AM TRYING TO SWALLOW MYSELF WHOLE.
often I feel that this plane of reality is something built to break me
and I feel that I am drenching my nakedness in my own blood and tears when I stand beneath the faucet
and when I twist, when I dance my fingers to turn it off,
I listen, and it sputters and creaks
the way my heartbeat does on bad days
like it wants to stop
but it can’t bring a halt to the drip, drip, drip
my heart is leaking
I just don’t feel it;
this isn’t a home anymore
this is a skin that I no longer live in
a face that isn’t mine
a body shaking itself, just to see if it is empty,
or if it will maybe
make a sound.
concept: we’re road tripping through the mountains, you’re in the drivers seat and we’re holding hands. We sing along to our favourite songs with the windows rolled down and I feel totally at peace.
“I have trust issues. But it’s not because I have ever been cheated on or lied to. It’s all of the broken promises that have led me to have a hard time putting my heart in someone else’s hands. ‘I promise..’ to hold you, to take care of you, to support you, to care about you, and most of all, love you forever. It’s all of those promises that instantly shatter the moment the person that you fully believed would never hurt you, just did. Its me locking pinkies with them as they whisper sweet nothings into my ear. It’s me saying ‘I love you,’ and trusting that when they say it back they mean it just as much as I do. It’s me being vulnerable and sharing everything that i have with them; my personality, body, mind, soul, hopes, dreams, stories, and heart. It’s me resisting to fall for them but falling anyway because they have convinced me that they aren’t going anywhere. Now, it’s me failing to believe the words of anyone else because I don’t trust the hands of anyone to hold my heart.”
-the only hands gentle enough to hold my heart are my own because I don’t trust anyone anymore
Anonymous asked:
band-of-thieves answered:
The moment you realize just how badly you both want each other. When your breathing gets shallow and you neglect your natural instinct to come up for air. When you can’t seem to get enough contact, so hands wrap around necks, nails dig into hips, and fingers rope through hair. When you can’t help but let a moan rip from your throat as they catch your bottom lip between their teeth. The moment in which desire takes over all rational thought. That’s the best part.
