"Poets Are Damned But Not Blind"

Mia,21. Cis, white,she/her/hers. Painfully single. Feminist. Aggressively pro-choice. Nerd. Law student. Writer/poet. Fangirl. B.I think I'm adorable, you won't.

sugaryencounters asked: You're beautiful girl, and you're porcelain skin is a great compliment to your lovely blood red hair:) hope you have a beautiful day!

Oh you’re my favourite come here for a hug

ghalleon87 asked: Hi, you are very pretty. That is all, have a great day :D

Thank you so much sweetie !

chubby-bunnies:

Pale as a milk bottle, trying to accept it!
uk size 14/16
Cheekofthedevil.tumblr.com, come say hi!

Hey look it’s me !

chubby-bunnies:

Pale as a milk bottle, trying to accept it!

uk size 14/16

Cheekofthedevil.tumblr.com, come say hi!

Hey look it’s me !

Anonymous asked: What did you get on your SAT's?

asian:

mostly disappointed looks from my parents

1. This town, with its bleeding jaw, gutted my childhood. I buried my grandfather last summer in a citrus field, and I have not been able to eat oranges since. I still remember his cloudy cataracts, his gentle hands. He told me there was beauty in being untouchable – this is why I lock the doors.

2. Some love is soft, I know, but not this kind – this kind slams drawers and ignores the screaming. Your mouth was like formaldehyde. Your hands were silver scalpels, were ragged teeth. Do not touch me with your liar’s bones. I hope she tastes the poison you keep tucked under your tongue for the girls you want to break. I hope that, when she leaves you, you have no one to pick up the pieces. I hope you rot in this town.

3. I spent sixteen tangerine winters in this city like split knuckles, like an open wound, and I can still taste the burning. I want to eat Manhattan and climb through its throat to Chicago. I want to touch the very ground God walked upon. When asked what I want for Christmas, I say miles, miles, miles.

4. I keep breaking bones just to get back up. The band aids on my knuckles are from punching walls and slashing tires. They never have the chance to heal. I do not know what I look like without violence on my palms.

5. This town – bleeding jaw, split belly. Town like childhood, town like funeral bells. Town like angels dying. Town like your eyes, bruised and blackened. You were not gentle with my heart, so I hope that you rot in this gutted city, with your mouth clasped to hers. I hope she sucks out your soul: I want you broken. I burnt down your heart long before she loved you – you are a monument, yes. But you are not beautiful, your ribs are a ruin, and when you kiss, it tastes like smoke. This is why I left you. This is why I lock the doors.

—5 Reasons I Lock the Doors | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)

Not all men!

Yes but enough men that every girl is terrified of smiling to that guy on the bus or talking with the boy in the coffee shop. Every girl has been walking late at night at one point and been afraid of who might be following her. Every girl has referred to someone as a “creep” and every girl has refused a drink from someone she doesn’t know.

Not all men.

But enough men that all women are now afraid of most men.
It’s gotten so bad that we have to be afraid of even telling you we are afraid. We can’t ask that you please stop talking to us. Because if we do we run the risk of being labeled a “stuck up bitch” and blamed for murders and rapes in which we are the victims.

So we speak to you with body language that we hope you’ll understand. We cross our legs and look out the window and wear giant headphones that are giant signs that subtly read “DON’T TALK TO ME!” But you insist on ignoring those signs because you have it in your head that our body language doesn’t mean anything. That our bodies aren’t our bodies.

Not all men.

You can start fucking saying that when all women can stop being afraid. But that’s not gonna happen if every man a women opens up to about this issue dismisses her by saying “Not all men.”

an unofficial letter to the skeezball at work all men.

(via thehansoloist)

(via thestateofmydreams)

cardozzza:

southern-feminism:

"If I perform this emergency abortion I’m a murderer!!!"

No, bro. You’re a murderer if you let your pregnant patient die in your office because you refused them an emergency abortion.

As a medical professional, let me say this: If you will not put your patient first—if you will not perform life saving medical care because of your own beliefs—stay the fuck out of the field.

We have enough abusive and ableist people in the field as it is.

(via oh-snap-pro-choice)