"Poets Are Damned But Not Blind"

Mia, 21! Redhead poet with a love of fandom, feminism, cute stuff and coffee.

cheekofthedevil:

Taking ugly work/slimming world selfies. 
Not sorry about my face. 
-10lb so far !

cheekofthedevil:

Taking ugly work/slimming world selfies.
Not sorry about my face.
-10lb so far !

coagulates:

the worst part about ugly dudes is everyone defends them like ‘he’s really funny though’ or something but if a chick is ugly to someone they just straight up dirt like they might as well not even have a personality 

(Source: slimeeeman, via lookforwords)

sararye:

every 1st september we joke about getting ready for hogwarts to cover up the very real and very very deep scars of never getting our letters

(via roses-dont-last-forever)

Too many men look at me like I owe them something, like the word ‘beautiful’ should mean something to me just because that’s how they choose to describe me. Too many men think that the black heels I wear to the grocery store is my way of saying, “Look at my legs. Do you like the way my dress hugs my curves?” When the truth is I just got off work and need some fucking beer and bread. Don’t look at me like that, the only reason my lips are painted red is because I ran out of Chapstick and this was the only thing I could find in my car.

I once dated a man who said that for Valentine’s Day all he wanted was me in red lace. He said that I would taste like chocolate, that he wanted to show me just how good love can feel. He talked like his sex skills were the best gift he could give me. I wore black lace and showed him how it feels to be fucked harder than the night he lost his virginity to a stripper. He said I tasted like mystery and black coffee as he got down on his knees to find his boxers. He said he couldn’t find the taste of chocolate on my neck. That was the morning he realized that being a man had nothing to do with ‘how hard you can fuck’. If that was the case, I would be ten foot tall and bullet proof and one hell of a guy with nice boobs.

One time I fell into the arms of a drunk man who claimed that he loved me afterwards. He called me a bitch when I said I just wanted to be his friend. I told him if me giving him my friendship made me a bitch then me giving him my heart would make me a cunt from hell. That was the day I stopped kissing boys who had to prove that they were men and started holding hands with men who didn’t realize they turned heads when they walked by.

Love rests in the heart and is spilled from your throat.
Lust rests in your pants and prefers to not ask for a name.
One day those men will realize that sincere, kind words
are the way to a woman’s heart, not a good fucking.
One day those men will realize that their Adam’s apple
is the forbidden fruit,
not their dick.

—when he asks what drawer you keep your lingerie in//d.a.h 
(via whisperingbones)

(via backshelfpoet)

You write shitty poetry that
makes me feel nothing, but maybe
that’s just because none of it
is about me.

That’s all I wanted to say.
Sorry. You don’t deserve this,
but I want to be spiteful and
you’re my favorite person
to bring back from the dead.

So now that you’re here,
I’ll take my mouth and bury it
next to yours, pretend that
there wasn’t already
dirt in my teeth from the
last time I did this.

I don’t know what lonely is,
but it tastes like you.

Anonymous asked: Why wouldn't you date a dwarf? Dwarfs are all individual people they just merely have a condition. What a strange thing to say

backshelfpoet:

I didn’t mean ‘dwarf’ as in a short person, I meant a literal dwarf, as in someone out of the Tolkein universe?

Like if I was dating a dwarf, I’d have to live in their big mountain and fight against dragons and shit. That’s just inconvenient. 

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d.a.s