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Ten Women I Have Been Warned Against Becoming:

1. The Girl Who Takes Up Too Much Space, always, her shoulders too wide in stairwells, her hips too big in doorways, her voice too loud in classes. This woman does not understand the art of crumbling, of curling herself tight like the spiral of a fern, soft, delicate, unwilling to reach out the ivy of her fingers to grasp onto what should rightfully be hers. This is a beast, an elephant, a moving mountain and she is capable of flattening you, she is capable of ruining you, she is capable of making you feel as small and insignificant in her life as she is supposed to be. You are this woman’s footnote to history, you are her side note in song lyrics, you are constantly interrupted by her with a witty joke you wish you thought of. I asked what the problem was with being a steamroller instead of a sunflower and I was laughed down.

2. The Beautiful One, the long hair or the slim waist or the pretty eyes or the lips like bowstrings. This woman looks good in everything because she’s confident in whatever you put her in. She’ll cut her hair short on you no matter how you like it, she’ll wear high heels and step on your opinions, she’ll look hot as hell no matter what size she is. See, the reason you can’t trust her is because women like this don’t need your permission, they’ll do as they please and get away with it. They’ll say no to you, over and over. Teach your daughters that beautiful means dangerous, teach them to distrust women who love themselves. Equate beautiful with vapid, equate pretty with stupid, take their power from them. Say they’re vain for their makeup, refuse to see them without it. These women are snakes, they are serpents. I said maybe the problem lies with you being unable to control yourself and was told to get off my pedestal.

3. A Bitch. Women are supposed to be ladies in the street but will tear skin under sheets. I’m told: Never raise your voice. Speak gently. Submit. Hold your opinion against your lips and when you admit to it, make sure it comes out as a butterfly wing suggestion. Don’t disagree. Don’t undermine someone else’s authority, regardless of whether or not they deserve your respect. Someone touches you, just move away from them. Don’t hit. Don’t talk back. Be like the ruins of Rome, only beautiful if you can’t hear your quiet death.

4. The Needy One. I have heard how others spit when they talk about how she gave you everything and you shoved it back down her throat until she choked on it, until she came back crawling and asked you what she did, until her palms and knees were scraped for want of just a little affection - never be this woman, I’m told, because she’s a joke and the joke is that she dared to have more emotion than you did. The truth is, I’m told, the one who cares less in a partnership is the one who wins. I didn’t know this was a competition.

5. The Cock Tease, certified stripper, how dare that girl look like that and not want me to sleep with her. Lust is always personified as a lady in red with a dress slit up her thigh. Lust is sinful because it’s power, it’s not asking for attention - it’s demanding it. I’m told she is the worst kind of woman, that looking good is supposed to be some kind of shame on her kin. I’m told not to leave the house in such a short skirt, not with a shirt so low, not with a lace back, not with high heels, not dressed like that. My lipstick can’t be too red, my hair can’t be too mussed, I can’t just “turn someone on like that and then leave them wanting.” I mentioned that instant gratification actually ruins our psyche and was told that being led on was “exhausting.” I said that there was a difference between purposefully tricking someone into liking you and just being attractive or friendly. I was told there’s also a difference between coffee and tea but both result in caffeine. I said, “I’ve been turned on in class by the girls I talk to but I didn’t expect anything from them,” and they said, “It’s different, you’re not a man,” but couldn’t explain where that difference was.

6. A Slut, obviously ruined by another person’s touch. It doesn’t matter how many people she’s actually been with, it’s all about the rumors she carries with her. Easy. Harlot. You’ll still try to get with her, you’ll still take her into your bed and kiss her and say things you don’t mean - but you’ll defame her name when you talk to your buddies. My father used to say “A slut is fine for the night, but the virgin is who you take home and marry.” Maybe he didn’t know he was teaching his daughter to hate her sexuality. Maybe he didn’t know that every time she’d be kissed, her whole system would shake until she felt ready to combust, shame and self-hatred shivering against her spine. Maybe he didn’t know she’d disconnect emotions and sex because he always told her, “Boys are different, they won’t care about you.” Nobody said to her that it was okay to experiment. See, the funny thing is, I’m a dancer so I know exactly where my center of gravity is. I know how hard I’ll fall in each direction. Yet out of fear of getting hurt, I won’t let a single person inside of my bed.

7. The Soulmate. Never love romance more than you love being cynical. Never show weakness, never like pink, never think maybe you might find someone nice and settle down with them. Someone will find you, I was told, And if you’re lucky, he’ll put up with you when you start getting old. Never be the woman who believes in happily ever after, never be dumb enough to think maybe someone could love you after all of your mistakes. It has nothing to do with whether or not a family is important to you and you’re in a good place where a relationship would make your life better - you’re not a princess. You don’t get married, you settle.

8. The Girl With Strength, who can outrun everyone and who is stronger than her boyfriend. “See the thing about boys,” says my daddy, “Is that you have to let them win.” I sat at home and read stories about Artemis and wanted to become the huntress, too. I wanted to howl at the moon, I wanted to slay the beasts that bested me, I wanted to rule my kingdom with bloody fists. But girls are never athletes, never supposed to be “built,” regardless of the fact civilizations were constructed on our spines and we made homes in war by the steel of our ribs. Never be strong. We are supposed to wilt.

9. The Lady CEO: because if you choose work over family, are you really a girl? How dare you fight your way to the top through every pair of eyes that bore through your blouse, through every meeting where you were hushed by the sound of someone else talking, through every time someone called you “sweetie,” how dare you yearn for something. Is your husband the stay-at-home one? I can’t imagine how that is going. He’s not a real man, after all. I don’t give it long before the divorce. How dare you decide you’re happy being single. Don’t you know you’re supposed to bear children. Where is your honor? Where is your wisdom? Who cares if you are the leader, the best suited for your position, the quickest-thinking, the one who makes the hardest clients come back again. Don’t you see? Across history, women have been terrible at success. They always lose their man in the end. (When I said, “I would rather be a famous author than a mediocre mother,” I was told, “No, don’t worry, you’ll be a fine mommy.”)

10. THE GIRL I AM: FIRECRACKER AND DON’T YOU FUCKING FORGET IT I’LL RIP YOU TO SHREDS AND I WON’T FUCKING REGRET IT I’M NOT YOUR PRETTY GIRL I’M NOT YOUR ANYTHING I’M PERFECT, MOTHERFUCKER, AND I’M NOT GOING TO GIVE UP WHAT I’M DOING. I DON’T WANT TO BE “LADYLIKE” THAT LITERALLY MEANS NOTHING I’M NOT GOING TO STOP STANDING UP AND DEMANDING WHAT’S COMING TO ME. I’M GONNA BE SOMEBODY. I’M GONNA MAKE THEM REMEMBER ME. I REFUSE TO BE OVERSHADOWED IN HISTORY. I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU WERE TRYING TO CREATE BUT YOU MADE ME A DRAGON YOU PUT ME IN THE FIRE AND WHEN I STOPPED BURNING I LEARNED HOW TO GLOW DON’T THINK YOU CAN STOP ME YOU CAN’T TAME A TORNADO.

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In respectful response to a poem tilted, “Ten men women have warned me against becoming." /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

inkskinned:

“I don’t deserve him. When I upset him there is a pain in my chest and I can’t breathe.”

inkskinned:

I don’t deserve him. When I upset him there is a pain in my chest and I can’t breathe.”

cockerel-dentition:

bad-enough-dude:

redsrumble:

ktullynax:

Never thought I’d live to see Japanese dubbed Ed, Edd n’ Eddy

The best anime

ED’S VOICE SOUNDS EXACTLY LIKE THE ENGLISH VA

wow they all sound pretty much exactly like their english counterparts

impressive

(via i-am-the-minority-ray)

My supernova.

You, my love, have built yourself into the brokenness of my bones.

I am a condemned house with a cracked foundation and you are the mortar holding my crumbling pieces in place.

In the cold of Night I shiver against the wind, groaning at the pain of staying standing. And you hold me steady.

You,my love, have ripped yourself into bits trying to save me. You say I’m amazing an all I hear is the clamoring of my own failure. It chases me down, spinning and spitting it’s way past my defenses.

I slip away from your arms, though they hold me together. And I crumble in front of you. It is as though a black hole had built itself into my chest where my heart once was.

On the coldest of nights, my supernova occurs. An explosion of brightness and catastrophe. I smile up at you, my eyes dead and tell you . Thank you.

oceanplait:

superwholockey:

tanzanator:

bookworm-for-life:



Limits of the Human Body by Soda Pop Avenue


I am a writer I say as I reblog this

i am an a R TIST

FUCK THIS I’M A MURDERER

Hey, I just like to know my limits.

oceanplait:

superwholockey:

tanzanator:

bookworm-for-life:

Limits of the Human Body by Soda Pop Avenue

I am a writer I say as I reblog this

i am an a R TIST

FUCK THIS I’M A MURDERER

Hey, I just like to know my limits.

(Source: macapan, via i-am-the-minority-ray)

inkskinned:

"I’m not crazy."

inkskinned:

"I’m not crazy."

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mamma, is it so unusual that while you believe in angels, i believe in people?

here’s the truth: i am a bucket of bolts and hard tissue and i write better when it is raining and when i am aching. here’s the truth: i stick around for the people i love more frequently than i stick around for myself. here’s the truth: every person you meet forever changes you.

i think about this a lot, mamma. i think about this whenever i ride the train or buy groceries or stare up at the ceiling where we painted the soft y-shape of cancer’s constellation. i think about this and i do my best to make each meeting one that i am not ashamed of. i smile at every person i make eye contact with. i play pretend with preschoolers. i am the first to react to help someone.

so why is it so strange, mamma, that someone would be the first to hold my hands back from bruising my body. why is it that i give myself out like a christmas present but i can’t ask for help from anyone, why is it that when i say “they’re good for me,” your lips twist downwards like a leaf filling with too much water.

mamma, i swear i never meant to be a damsel, mamma, and i’m not. i’m just a dragon with her fire gone out, see, i’ve been trapped in cages and been clawing my way out of them, mamma, and i’m a little tired now, i just need somebody else to pull the splinters from the places i can’t reach, i just need a little push here and there, mamma, like how birds need a nudge to get out of their nest, i’m just like that, mamma, i know my wings could carry me but my body’s not convinced.

it’s the same how you always smile whenever daddy comes home, mamma, no matter how weary the day has made you. no matter how thick the skin of your palms get from hard work, you always touch him gently like he’s an orchid. it’s the same as how when us kids start getting crazy you look over to him as your grounding, it’s the same as how when you’re scared you take his hand and when you’re angry he’s who you vent to. see, mamma, us dragons need folk to shine our scales now and then. doesn’t mean we’re not capable of burning cities, mamma.

treasure don’t have to be gold. it can just be having someone waiting for you when you return to your den.

i’m sorry, mamma, but they make me strong and i love them.

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I can’t picture life without them.” /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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the-young-sword-prince:

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inkskinned:

"I can’t seem to stop writing about him.”

inkskinned:

"I can’t seem to stop writing about him.”