Anonymous said: “Because my love for you is beyond words, I decided to shut up.” ― Nizar Qabbani

5000letters:

I’m going to put this in my quote book

And now, for The Best Children’s Book Ever

seaborg:

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I’M LAUGHING SO HARD. THAT’S IT GUYS, THAT’S ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW.

The mind is everything; what you think, you become.
Reblogged from Niadil
I didn’t want you
to only fuck me,
I wanted you to
love me.

But I didn’t know what to
convince you with
besides my body.
Hot Winds, Holy Thoughts | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

Too close to home

Oppression is as American as apple pie.
— Audre Lorde (via decolonize-all-the-things)
Reblogged from Larmoyante

sexact:

I just need someone to bite my neck and put their hands down my pants for a bit.

Reblogged from l’appel du vide
 
I know what makes him cry and I know what makes him cum. So I win.
— My co-worker, on her ex. (via salveaplath)
Reblogged from Quietly killin' it...
As soon as one promises not to do something, it becomes the one thing above all others that one most wishes to do.
— Georgette Heyer, Venetia (via quotes-shape-us)
Reblogged from Quotes For You.

It’s Monday. I’m going home at 6pm and a middle aged man and a teenage boy are the only people left on the bus with me. I consider the fact that because the driver is also a man I am the only person left on the bus with the correct genetic makeup for boobs. I’m automatically scared, scared because of my own anatomy. I wonder how old I was when I realized that my own body was going to be the cause of the constant anxiety and fear I feel in situations like this. I get off at the last stop and the older man smiles at me while following me up the street. His smile drips, drips, drips and my heart is pounding, pounding, pounding. He turns off down another road, but I run the rest of the way home.

Not all men.

I’m at home on a Tuesday, beginning to plan the travels I want to go on next year. I dream of wandering the streets and meeting strangers. I just can’t wait to escape the city I’ve lived in for 17 long years. But… my mum is hesitant. She’s forever worried about the danger that being a young girl traveling alone can bring. I’ll be alone and she’s scared. Surely I’m invincible. I feel invincible. But I know, I know this danger is real and I can’t help but think to myself, if I feel unsafe in my own city, how am i going to feel in a strange place with strange men who don’t speak the same language as me? If I was my brother planning this, I would probably just be wondering if European girls are going to be hot.

Not all men.

Wednesday is a beautiful sunny day but I’ve always been told that I don’t have a “nice enough body” to wear a bikini on the beach. Ever since I was 6 years old I’ve thought that having tummy fat was ugly. That skin that doesn’t have a perfectly golden glow is undesirable. I amble to a clear patch of sand in my one piece and I can feel pairs of eyes latching onto me. Hairy men in speedos who I don’t look twice at eat into my body with their stares. I’m a piece of meat. I am a piece of meat? I am here for their amusement. Please don’t let me be eaten alive.

Not all men.

Thursday night two friends and I are walking to our god damn school dance when we hear “Jesus look at you! You sluts heading to a pole?” These words snarl out of the mouth of a respectably dressed man and we stop in horror. Shivers roll up my back in fear. It’s dark. We are alone. What. Do. We. Do??? One of us pulls the finger back. I can never be sure how quickly a sexist man can get angry so we walk quickly away. We’re angry, so so angry. But also so… deflated. I wonder if we deserve this shame.

Not all men.

Sitting on the internet, Friday night and scrolling down my Facebook newsfeed:

“Haha, good job at the game today bro. You RAPED them!”
“Damn with tits like that, you’re asking for it :P”

Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…

I’m shrinking and shrinking and shrinking and I want to CRY because these boys don’t realize how small they make me feel with just pressing a few keys. I see these boys on the streets, I talk to these boys, I laugh with these boys. Dear GOD, dear GOD i hope these boys don’t think actions speak louder than words…

Not all men.

Three rules that have been drilled into me since I was young run through my mind at 1.30am on a Satur… Sunday Morning:

-Don’t ever talk to strange men
-Don’t ever be alone at night in a strange place
-Don’t ever get into a car with a stranger

I break all 3 of these laws as I pull open the taxi door. Making light conversation with the driver, he doesn’t see my sweaty hand clutching the small pocket knife I keep hidden on me at all times. He doesn’t even realize the fear I feel at his mere presence. He cannot comprehend it, he never will. How easy would this 15 minute car ride be if I was born a boy?

Not all men.

It comes to Sunday, another snoozy, sleepy, Sunday and someone has the AUDACITY to tell me not all men are rapists. I say nothing.

I’m a 17 year old girl.
When I am walking alone and it’s dark, it’s all men.
When I am in a car with a man I don’t know well, it’s all men.
When men drunkenly leer at me on the streets, it’s all men.
When a boy won’t leave me alone at a party, it’s all men.

Not all men are rapists. But for a young girl like me? Every one of them has the potential to be.

Not.
All.
Men.

a piece i wrote for an english assignment about my personal experiences with rape culture, in particular with the saying “not all men” which i know has been makin a lot of controversy on the internet recently! idk just wanted to share (via trueho)

I am almost in tears because this hit me so hard

(via remainnatural)

Reblogged from Quietly killin' it...

loved, love, will love. 

"love" is a verb that is used in the continuous present tense. It is about today, this moment, this exact heart beat. It is about being definite and sure and something so tangible that you need no faith to believe that it is happening. You might get the past wrong, and you may be dubious about the future, but the present is unravelling right before your eyes - there is no room for lies. 

The present is fleeting, it becomes the past before the next moment even begins. But the continuous present, which is what “love” is, merges the past with the future, letting it always jump to the next moment before the first fades away, it can be said to be infinite. To love is to continue to do so. It is an energy. It cannot be created nor destroyed, it can only change from one form to another.  

If this is a promise you cannot make me

don’t text me “I love you” at 3 am in the morning

text me “I loved you… just a moment ago, and for now, still do” 

You are the light of a comet, the passing mystery of the universe that I watch idly from my space among the stars. You move as if in a dance, one as ancient as my soul, and leave a trailing wake of dreams and hopes behind you. I have seen you so many times, but every time I see you, I see the universe anew. I hope one day to be the light you find familiar, a point in which your path has crossed before, as I pin my wish onto you, my shooting star.

Reblogged from Niadil

So when people leave, I’ve learned the secret: let them. Because, most of the time, they have to.

Let them walk away and go places. Let them have adventures in the wild without you. Let them travel the world and explore life beyond a horizon that you exist in. And know, deep down, that heroes aren’t qualified by their capacity to stay but by their decision to return.

— The Staying Philosophy (Everyday Isa)
Reblogged from My mind, it wanders
'I care for you' isn't yes.
— justshutupandspeak (via yoursixwordstory)
Reblogged from Your Six Word Story