My work is never good enough for me. But I guess thats how most writers feel..
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Makes absolute perfect sense. #notmine
She is a sin those feel of skin i like, the way her arms slide over me, searching for wings of sanity that do not exist. But she doesn’t know that i am fallen, no good in me. She tries to teach my palms to love but the only thing they know to do is tear apart and i am slowly tearing her apart, peeling off her love, leaving behind nothing but a river of scars with my cursed touch and i want her to leave but she hangs on to me like angels to heaven, when i am nothing but hell.
We were discussing homosexuality because of an allusion to it in the book we were reading, and several boys made comments such as, “That’s disgusting.” We got into the debate and eventually a boy admitted that he was terrified/disgusted when he was once sharing a taxi and the other male passenger made a pass at him. The lightbulb went off. “Oh,” I said. “I get it. See, you are afraid, because for the first time in your life you have found yourself a victim of unwanted sexual advances by someone who has the physical ability to use force against you.” The boy nodded and shuddered visibly.“But,” I continued. “As a woman, you learn to live with that from the time you are fourteen, and it never stops. We live with that fear every day of our lives. Every man walking through the parking garage the same time you are is either just a harmless stranger or a potential rapist. Every time.” The girls in the room nodded, agreeing. The boys seemed genuinely shocked. “So think about that the next time you hit on a girl. Maybe, like you in the taxi, she doesn’t actually want you to.
Homophobia: The fear that another man will treat you like you treat women. Andrew Sullivan.
(via benedictsmith)
(Source: andrewsullivan.thedailybeast.com)
You have damaged me so badly to where I am almost completely totaled. I am trying to fix myself now that you’re gone but I am not sure I have all the pieces.
Nobody wants something used up and sucked dry like me. I am too much to handle. My bones are aching from the pain that you caused me. My muscles are weak from all the hits.
I can’t move on in my life because of you. And thats exactly what you wanted. Congradulations.. You got what you wanted. I am nothing.
I like to feel the bones under your skin,
to know that I’m not the only one that can break..
مآ أجمّل أنْ تصمتْ
فيْ ؤجهْ منْ ينتظرْ منِك الخِصَاموما أجمل أنْ تضحك
فيْ وجهْ منْ يُنتظرْ منك البكـاءْHow beautiful is it to stay silent
When someone expects you to be enraged from them.
And how beautiful it is to laugh
When someone thinks you are going to shed tears.
(Source: desertwinds)
A burst of Artistic Disaster: We ran
It was the soft thuds of our bare feet
against the rough edges of the city streets
that broke through the silence of those asleep
we ran, my love, we ran,like our souls were on fire
with the poems of our laughter echoing
against those battered walls
that we painted when we were drunkwhile…
I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.
(Source: beautyisanillusion)
No name
You want to thank your waiter for the great service you received. Thank him with properness.
You look at his name tag to address him and notice there is no name. You ask him why he doesn’t have a name on it and he replies “someone took that away from me long ago.. I am nothing. So address me as nothing.”
