the princess doesn’t need to be saved,
that the woman is a fucking hero,
that I can walk home alone
without clutching a Swiss Army knife.
Imagine this: you are no longer
flammable. You are not a match
to be lit, but you sure do strike.
Imagine this: you are not
the only one who
has ever felt this way.
Imagine this: you drape kisses
across your lover’s hip bones
You never have to be alone.
Imagine this: I hunt and I want,
and there’s not a damn thing
anyone can do about it.
Imagine this: you’re always situated
on the cusp of something
Daniel Johnston | true love will find you in the end
only if you’re looking can it find you
You post a great deal about what's going down in Ferguson, but.... what are you doing about it?
If you want to know about the things I do on my day to day, in my immediate world, and what organizations I support and volunteer for, you’re going to have to talk to me off anon because I’m not publishing that.
Also, talking and spreading knowledge is doing something. Keeping informed is doing something. Learning and figuring out new ways to do better every day is doing something.
My self love is so fragile and I’m wondering if I just started hating myself again or if I never really stopped hating myself in the first place. I’m at a loss.
∆ — “Bloodflood II”
heat shimmer / hips quiver
open smother / lipped lover