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stick your thumb out to me, and i'll take you wherever you need to go.

kels — aerialist — life enthusiast

July 24, 2014 at 1:18pm
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Ugh, you idiot. Just kiss me!

— Six Word Story #56 (via wakeupnat)

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Oh to gather fistfuls of those midnight waves!                                                                  knowing full well                                                                                              silk is not spun of ebony

To command such a dark sea                                                                                           is a heady thought indeed.

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July 23, 2014 at 8:19pm
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Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

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Jenny Han, We’ll Always Have Summer


Jenny Han, We’ll Always Have Summer

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July 18, 2014 at 9:20pm
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If she doesn’t scare the hell out of you a little, she’s not the one.

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July 16, 2014 at 9:44pm
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when she was 7, a boy pushed her on the playground
she fell headfirst into the dirt and came up with a mouthful of gravel and lines of blood chasing each other down her legs
when she told her teacher what happened, she laughed and said ‘boys will be boys honey don’t let it bother you
he probably just thinks you’re cute’
but the thing is,
when you tell a little girl who has rocks in her teeth and scabs on her knees that hurt and attention are the same
you teach her that boys show their affection through aggression
and she grows into a young woman who constantly mistakes the two
because no one ever taught her the difference
‘boys will be boys’
turns into
‘that’s how he shows his love’
and bruises start to feel like the imprint of lips
she goes to school with a busted mouth in high school and says she was hit with a basketball instead of his fist
the one adult she tells scolds her
‘you know he loses his temper easily
why the hell did you have to provoke him?’
so she shrinks
folds into herself, flinches every time a man raises his voice
by the time she’s 16 she’s learned her job well
be quiet, be soft, be easy
don’t give him a reason
but for all her efforts, he still finds one
‘boys will be boys’ rings in her head
‘boys will be boys
he doesn’t mean it
he can’t help it’
she’s 7 years old on the playground again
with a mouth full of rocks and blood that tastes like copper love
because boys will be boys baby don’t you know
that’s just how he shows he cares
she’s 18 now and they’re drunk
in the split second it takes for her words to enter his ears they’re ruined
like a glass heirloom being dropped between the hands of generations
she meant them to open his arms but they curl his fists and suddenly his hands are on her and her head hits the wall and all of the goddamn words in the world couldn’t save them in this moment
she touches the bruise the next day
boys will be boys
aggression, affection, violence, love
how does she separate them when she learned so early that they’re inextricably bound, tangled in a constant tug-of-war
she draws tally marks on her walls ratios of kisses to bruises
one entire side of her bedroom turns purple, one entire side of her body
boys will be boys will be boys will be boys
when she’s 20, a boy touches her hips and she jumps
he asks her who the hell taught her to be scared like that and she wants to laugh
doesn’t he know that boys will be boys?
it took her 13 years to unlearn that lesson from the playground
so I guess what I’m trying to say is
i will talk until my voice is hoarse so that my little sister understands that aggression and affection are two entirely separate things
baby they exist in difference universes
my niece can’t even speak yet but I think I’ll start with her now
don’t ever accept the excuse that boys will be boys
don’t ever let him put his hands on you like that
if you see hate blazing in his eyes don’t you ever confuse it with love
baby love won’t hurt when it comes
you won’t have to hide it under long sleeves during the summer
the only reason he should ever reach out his hand
is to hold yours


Fortesa Latifi - Boys Will Be Boys 

(And Why That Is The Stupidest Thing You Could Ever Say To A Little Girl)

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Know when to
untangle your
fate from that of
someone else.

Know when
you are being
dragged six feet
under without
your consent.

Know, then
fight back.

— Noor Shirazie (via aestheticintrovert)

July 13, 2014 at 7:16pm
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You know not
of the hell from
which I came.

Do not attempt
to define the
recovery that
I walk toward.

— Noor Shirazie (via aestheticintrovert)

July 12, 2014 at 8:24pm
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more things i learned about myself drunk

7) I’m a wonderful friend — one of the best you’ll ever find — but a horrid girlfriend

8) Seriously do not date me

9) I’m very particular about my ice cream

10) God I am a terrible person to like

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To hell, to hell with balance! I break glasses; I want to burn, even if I break myself. I want to live only for ecstasy. I’m neurotic, perverted, destructive, fiery, dangerous - lava, inflammable, unrestrained.

— Anaïs Nin (via perfect)

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Have you ever wondered if you were the words someone else clung onto? What if the “I’ll call you in the morning” or “We’ll talk really soon” or even an “I love you” that you never followed up on was enough to break that person?

— Josh Baker (via joshalexbaker)

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This speaks to me on a whole new level


This speaks to me on a whole new level

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July 11, 2014 at 7:53pm
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I’m never leaving this country kbye