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I am so sick of
being told to be
all soft edges
and satin skin
stained lips
and porcelain
I don’t want to only feel
beautiful when I am
a raw, untouched blossom
that’s never been plucked
I want to be razorblades
and tongue rings
I want my scars to show
you where I’ve been
and my outsides
to match who I feel
like within

Soft Edges and Satin Skin | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

today is woman’s equality day 

(via lora-mathis)

Our mothers always remain the strangest, craziest people we’ve ever met.

Marguerite Duras (via observando)

In a gender-equal world, Beyoncé could strut her stuff freely because she wouldn’t have to prove her intelligence, even if she was shimmying in a tight-fitting dress. Men have the liberty of shaking their hips without their intelligence being questioned, but women don’t.

We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.

Hunter S. Thompson (via colorful-moonlight)

Perhaps we’re not magic anymore. Perhaps we’re just comfortable. We just know our way around one another. We know which wounds to cauterize and which to let bleed.

Donna-Marie Riley (via theglasschild)

(Source: five--a--day)

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

The Great Gatsby (via story-dj)

Truisms and Inflammatory Essays by Jenny Holzer. American

This is a sampling of Holzer’s early work, where she printed out the above and plastered them all over NYC in the late 1980’s and early 1990’s. Unlike her current work, these were never intended to be museum pieces, but displayed in the public sphere. Also they were not produced to become permanent pieces of art. 

(Source: zeusammon)

Women are considered fragile but I’ve never seen anything as easily wounded as a man’s ego

(via no-datee)

I’d always wanted to fuck a poet,
until I did. He was a narcissistic,
under-achiever with a wounded
warrior complex, and I couldn’t
learn anything from someone
exactly like me.

With a firm tone and a weak back,
he explained that what we had
wasn’t love, and didn’t like when
I laughed:

"Of course not."

I’ve got corners where my curves
should be, flashing fangs instead
of teeth and too much god damn
anxiety to be fooled by deliberate
words and careful hands, closed
eyes and clothed chests.

With a bruised ego, drunk texts and
your eighteen-year-old girlfriend,
please remind me again:

who’s the
weaker sex?

Beware of men who won’t slap you in bed and tell you to put on more clothes.
TL Jablonowski (via littlevirtue)