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I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.
— Kurt Vonnegut (via battybatty)

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When I wake up in the morning, a pure white curtain of lace is rustling in the breeze. The cuckoo clock in the room says it’s seven o’clock, and Mom’s voice says: “You’ll be late if you don’t get up!”  I’m still half-asleep, and I think: “Please let me sleep for three more minutes.” I’m late for school every single day, like clockwork. My teacher makes me stand out in the hallway, and I get failing grades on my tests. 

The crepes we’d all eat on the way home. We’d gaze dreamily at a party dress in a store window.  The little things bring so much joy and I’m happy. 

I wish I could go back to that kind of normal life. I want to go back.

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His hands shake something furious,
and you don’t know how to stop them,
don’t know if they belong to a killer or a lover,
or if there’s even a difference anymore.

His shadow dances with yours
in the streetlights;
your darkness has found a kindred spirit,
but you are still trying
to take the fear from his mouth.

Demons and angels are at war inside of him,
and you swear to love every single one,
swear to love him wicked,
swear to love him holy.

He is licking prayers
he stopped believing
into your mouth;
if you thought kissing him
would save him,
you were dead wrong.
— Emily Palermo, On Loving A Monster  (via jaimelannister)

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Ancient moon priestesses were called virgins. ‘Virgin’ meant not married, not belonging to a man - a woman who was ‘one-in-herself’. The very word derives from a Latin root meaning strength, force, skill; and was later applied to men: virle. Ishtar, Diana, Astarte, Isis were all all called virgin, which did not refer to sexual chastity, but sexual independence. And all great culture heroes of the past, mythic or historic, were said to be born of virgin mothers: Marduk, Gilgamesh, Buddha, Osiris, Dionysus, Genghis Khan, Jesus - they were all affirmed as sons of the Great Mother, of the Original One, their worldly power deriving from her. When the Hebrews used the word, and in the original Aramaic, it meant ‘maiden’ or ‘young woman’, with no connotations to sexual chastity. But later Christian translators could not conceive of the ‘Virgin Mary’ as a woman of independent sexuality, needless to say; they distorted the meaning into sexually pure, chaste, never touched.

Monica Sjoo, The Great Cosmic Mother: Rediscovering the Religion of the Earth  (via thewaking)

Literally the most important thing you will read today.

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New fairytale prints are available in my shop, and there’s free shipping (OMG!) until the 13th! 


New fairytale prints are available in my shop, and there’s free shipping (OMG!) until the 13th! 

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Red cheeks, cross legged, angry.
Throat clenched, mascara dripped, hysterical.
I have not left my apartment in two days.
When the pizza delivery man came to my door,
I had already thought up five ways to scream
for help before my fingers reached the knob.
This is causal. This is expected of me.
When I walk home alone after dark
I am considered irresponsible, a moving target.
My family gave me a pink kitty keychain that
could rip through a grown mans liver
as a departing gift when I left for college.
Even when defending myself I must still be a lady.
Over dinner many nights, too many, my father
watches hockey fights and reminds me to always
go for the groin. He says it is “their only weak spot.”
I want to vomit into my mashed potatoes, I agree instead.
No longer do I want to be polite.
No longer do I want to have the choice of ten different
iPhone apps to call for help when I will eventually be raped.
In health class, we are taught that one in six women will
have no voice, no mercy, no decision.
Boys, always asked what girls do at sleepovers,
out of a learned flirtation we keep silent.
The truth is that we stay up swapping war stories.
We are the losing half of history.
Red eyes, fists clenched, angry.
— b.e.fitzgerald | My manifesto (via kharon)

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