you light your cigarette and say
one more one won’t kill me
and it probably won’t but
I’m jealous of the smoke anyway,
of the way it curls round your fingers;
the way it’s your habit like
I wish I could be
Park Ave Church NYC 2014
Makes you think
freaking bill nye making me question shit and shit
Sometimes people think they know you. They know a few facts about you, and they piece you together in a way that makes sense to them. And if you don’t know yourself very well, you might even believe that they are right. But the truth is, that isn’t you. That isn’t you at all.
I wrote you poems
hoping you’d think of me,
hoping you’d smile and come back.I wrote you a poem about
how you’re the only dream
I know how to dream andhow I would love you until
you burnt me out like that
cigarette in JanuaryI wrote you poems about how
the fucking distance
won’t stop me from loving you.I am writing you a poem
about how I need you, and
I am so sorry, if you think
that I don’t.
ppolishprincess
figuring-it-out-feminism-deacti
Oppression is cooking being “women’s work,” while the overwhelming majority of top restaurant chefs are male.
Oppression is fashion being a “silly girl thing,” while the top earning designers and CEOs in fashion are male.
Oppression is reducing women to consumers profiting a male system, even in fields that we supposedly dominate.
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