I have galaxies hidden between my bones and I will love you until the stars burn out.
jokes are most certainly illegal. knock knock you say? ill tell you who’s there. the fucking police.
as a Canadian i can 100% confirm this
2014 is so close I can almost taste the Croatoan virus.
#double bitch face #hahha #ho fudging ho
Take up more space as a woman. Take up more time. Take your time. Take your space. You’re taught to hide, censor, move about without messing up decorum for a man’s comfort. Whether it’s said or not, you’re taught balance. Fuck that. Displease. Disappoint. Destroy. Be loud, be vulgar, be righteous, be messy. Mess up and it’s fine - you’re learning to unlearn. Don’t see yourself like glass. Like you could get dirty and clean. You’re flesh. You’re not constant. You change. Society teaches women to maintain balance and that robs us of our volatility. Our mercurial hearts. Calm and chaos. Love a man and love him only when he loves you. Don’t be a moth near the light. Don’t let a man’s ocean big ego swallow you up. Know what you want. Ask yourself first. Decide your own pace. Decide your own path. Be cruel when needed. Be gentle only when needed. Collapse and then re-construct. When someone says you’re being obscene, say yes I am. When they say you’re being wrong, say yes I am. When they say you’re being selfish, say yes I am and why shouldn’t I be.
How do you expect a woman to stand on her two feet if you keep striking her at the ankles.
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