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"I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.

I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me. You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you. You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own.
But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless. And try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home."

- (via 24ribs)

(via 24ribs)

"Oppressors always expect the oppressed to extend to them the understanding so lacking in themselves."

- Audre Lorde (via damp-earth)

(via ecrivain)

G R I M E S: I don't want to have to compromise my morals in order to make a living

actuallygrimes:

i dont want my words to be taken out of context

i dont want to be infantilized because i refuse to be sexualized

i dont want to be molested at shows or on the street by people who perceive me as an object that exists for their personal satisfaction

i dont want to live in a world where…

"What a horrible thing yellow is"

- Edgar Degas. (via nevver)

(via nevver)

scottlickstein:

New Dominion, 2013.
motherjones:

One last image, before we call it a night, via Twitter user @brighter_moments. Our full explainer with running updates is here.
You’ve got to know: you have my heart.