Why Women Turn To Feminism by LoveShotEyes, literature
Literature
Why Women Turn To Feminism
Because you do not love us
as we want to love ourselves.
Because of the scarlet letters
you embroider on our chests
as we sleep on yours.
Because you pull the pigtails from puberty
and squeeze mothers and prostitutes
from the girls we really are.
Because Disney fooled us:
we awoke, sweet-sixteen, embittered
with no kiss, no carriage, no prince.
Because the heroines of our youth taught us
the plastic passivity of our sex.
Because we couldn't be factory-made beauty too.
Because we have spent too long courting tears
and making life-rafts of our pillows.
Because we want the power to reject
our presence, our affection - even our
I thrashed, God, and bit
at the body you gave me.
I gnashed at viscera and fruit,
you watched me ripen
and fall away like a blister.
Now your heart flits
and hums,
swallowed moth,
against my own,
against spirit
and breast
so I ask -
Would a lantern do
for you, Lord
where my tongue falters
in drawing you
to me?
Maker, call me North Star
or Elijah at altar,
make me more miracle
than salt
expedition of the stubborn heart by ignotism, literature
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expedition of the stubborn heart
I. i left my conscience in heritage park
in the back of your truck
where our ends met
& kept meeting
for 3 years
well after the sheen
of new love wore down
looking back i know
we probably looked like frayed
knots when we kissed each
other, unable to pull away
without unravelling.
it’s the only way i know
how to love anymore--
in motion, slowly being
unwoven
II. it took four new states
& two awkward fucks in the backseat
of new cars
untinged by the scent of you
to realize i do not have a hometown;
i have a built-in compass
with fucked up directions
cartographers cannot begin to chart.
i tell everyone i like to travel, but
i
toeing the edge of the rubicon by MisfitableGrae, literature
Literature
toeing the edge of the rubicon
freshman year of college,
i break the first rule of dorming with someone else:
i touch her stuff. it’s october, and just starting
to get cold. i wear a sweater and a jacket at all times now,
but i’m always caught off guard by the rain.
i don’t watch the weather reports anymore;
this has something to do with
why i am on my roommate’s side of the dorm,
but i do not connect the two.
it takes me an hour. it shouldn’t,
but it does. i stop to look out the window, to examine my hands,
to wonder why they are not shaking.
i stop to write, but i don’t get much farther than
“dear mom and dad” before
and honestly, i'm terrified by crownedlungs, literature
Literature
and honestly, i'm terrified
i know i look at you like im waiting for world war
but you know i have issues. maybe a few too many
maybe it has to do with the twisting and turning in my bed when it's four in the morning and there's a child crying downstairs
or with the way that loss tastes like smoke and seawater
and how the touch of your fingertips against my skin cuts almost as deep as my father's gaze.
i say a lot of things i don't mean. we both know that even if i never admit it
like how i believe that people
can never change from what they are
when in truth you know i'm simply petrified of waking up one day with the stench of betrayal in my hair and the flavour of as
ode to every planet i will die without visiting by ignotism, literature
Literature
ode to every planet i will die without visiting
i. kissing you is the closest i will ever come to space travel.
i know you are impossible to reach in this lifetime
but i reach my hands out, ad infinitum,
because if it’s true that you are god
and i can see you from my telescope
in the galaxy andromeda--
then when i look at you from here
what i am really seeing is you 2.5 million
years ago & i know i am doomed to always be
behind you.
even this is enough.
ii. i have fled
every dimension
that reminds me of your skin
hoping this will lead me back
home
but i didn't leav
pet peeves (imagine blogs + smut) by what-the-honk, journal
pet peeves (imagine blogs + smut)
so i guess this is kind of a branch-off of my last journal ??? a bit ??? but anyway ive been reading a lot of imagine blogs lately bc ive been really into tokyo ghoul and i want to write so much for my beautiful boi sasaki haise who is The Best Boi but my writers block is really fisting my asshole right now
ok so disclaimer no hate towards imagine blogs for doin what they do, this is mostly aimed at the ppl who request shit i guess??? like the anons and so on who ask for the scenarios but whatever . who care . no shame for liking what u like but .......... fuck man fuck it im not here to suck ur dicks to make u feel good imma just go in here
can we stop actin like countries = race?? (rant) by what-the-honk, journal
can we stop actin like countries = race?? (rant)
ok first of all i am not writing brian griffin fanfiction that was a joke holy crap i do not want to live my nightmare out in reality i want to be a published author one day and use my social media presence for it what happens if ppl look at my old reader fics and see brian griffin there? i would die (ofc no offense to anyone who likes that stuff, i just really hate family guy. its a personal taste thing, im sorry if i made u think i was gonna write it!)
anyway i just saw this dumbass frenchboy on wattpad (go figure) talk about "the races" and then put "mexicans" as a race (instead of latinxs/hispanics which i THINK would've been more accura