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reasons to not kiss him:
1. you weren’t raised to love tender.
2. when he’s around all you do is tremble. when he’s around you want to get on your knees. look how much power he has over you. it’s dangerous.
3. he’s too good at forgiving and you’re too good at violence.
4. you know what they say about monsters. you know what happens to the boys who love them. are you going to do that to him?
5. your hands don’t know how to be gentle. think about the last beautiful thing that shattered in your palms. the fresh rosebuds crumbling between your fingers like a bruise. you wolf-boy, you war machine. you wouldn’t know how to hold something magic and not destroy it.
6. if you hurt him it might kill you
7. if you hurt him you might kill yourself.
8. you are very bad at rehabilitation. this is one addiction you’d fail to give up. he’s going to ruin you for all other kisses and all other boys and you’ll spend the rest of your life trying to forget his name.
9. you still aren’t sure he isn’t a dream.
10. if you kiss him, you might wake up.reasons to kiss him:
1. because he’s beautiful.
2. because he asked.
3. because he preceded please with, i’m not afraid of you.
yes & no // natalie wee (via wondersmithinc)
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reasons to not kiss him:
1. you weren’t raised to love tender.
2. when he’s around all you do is tremble. when he’s around you want to get on your knees. look how much power he has over you. it’s dangerous.
3. he’s too good at forgiving and you’re too good at violence.
4. you know what they say about monsters. you know what happens to the boys who love them. are you going to do that to him?
5. your hands don’t know how to be gentle. think about the last beautiful thing that shattered in your palms. the fresh rosebuds crumbling between your fingers like a bruise. you wolf-boy, you war machine. you wouldn’t know how to hold something magic and not destroy it.
6. if you hurt him it might kill you
7. if you hurt him you might kill yourself.
8. you are very bad at rehabilitation. this is one addiction you’d fail to give up. he’s going to ruin you for all other kisses and all other boys and you’ll spend the rest of your life trying to forget his name.
9. you still aren’t sure he isn’t a dream.
10. if you kiss him, you might wake up.
reasons to kiss him:
1. because he’s beautiful.
2. because he asked.
3. because he preceded please with, i’m not afraid of you.
yes & no // natalie wee
(via natalieweepoetry)
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Start by pulling him out of the fire and
hoping that he will forget the smell.
He was supposed to be an angel but they took him
from that light and turned him into something hungry,
something that forgets what his hands are for when they
aren’t shaking.
He will lose so much, and you will watch it all happen
because you had him first, and you would let the world
break its own neck if it means keeping him.
Start by wiping the blood off of his chin and
pretending to understand.
Repeat to yourself
“I won’t leave you, I won’t leave you”
until you fall asleep and dream of the place
where nothing is red.
When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you love it.
Oh, when you used to sing it to sleep.
Here are your upturned hands.
Give them to him and watch how he prays
like he is learning his first words.
Start by pulling him out of another fire,
and putting him back together with the pieces
you find on the floor.
There is so much to forgive, but you do not
know how to forget.
When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you are the reason it has become so mangled.
Here is your humble offering,
obliterated and broken in the mouth
of this abandoned church.
He has come back to stop the world
from turning itself inside out, and you love him, you do,
so you won’t let him.
Tell him that you will never know any better.
Pretend to understand why that isn’t good enough.
Caitlyn Siehl, Start Here (via alonesomes)
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4. treat him as they’ve treated you | b.s.h
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They call us witches.
They call us other things too,
we women who will not smile for them,
will not bow and scrape for the smallest scraps of respect and dignity.
They call us witches.
They force us to the fringes with knives and pitchforks and torches.
We are not welcome among them,
we loud, brash, unwomanly women.
They call us witches,
and speak of us in hushed whispers.
We were supposed to come crawling back to them,
but we never returned.
They call us witches,
but it is they who gave us power.
Not magic, we’ve always had that,
but the power to wield it in the weird little world that is wholly ours.
They call us witches,
and we are.
We are witches,
and our doors are always open.
to be a woman is to have magic - c.k (via ballerinawidow)
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you cried wolf,
so i came running.
QUESTION:
am i the wolf
or the savior?
is my smile too sharp
or just my teeth?
ANSWER:
come a little closer.
efb | questions & answers, #2 (via aesterismos)
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Cleopatra's Place, Or Why I Didn't Call You Back by Clementine von Radics
I. When I think of your heart, I think of a snakebite to the chest.
II. Uncountable lifetimes ago there was an empire in Egypt. We burned the libraries. We destroyed the temples. Everything that was beautiful then is lost to us now.
III. These days, poetry is the only language I know how to speak. But you speak anthropology. You speak hieroglyphs. You spend your life studying things I only bury in metaphors.
IV. When I think of my heart, I think of stone tombs.
V. Last year, they found Cleopatra’s palace sunk deep in the Mediterranean sea. But anything they could learn from the ruins of her home is not worth empty- ing oceans for.
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life is short, though I keep this from my children
exbrook-8
This poem.
We know how it works, the world is no longer mysterious: this was Richard Siken? I've been thinking it was on of those philosopher guys. In my head, it's always said kinda mournful; is that how you hear it?
The quote is from Siken’s Dirty Valentine, which is one of the few poems of his that doesn’t break my heart every time. And yes, that line always sounds like mourning to me. We know how it works, there’s no magic in the world anymore.
Maybe you’re confusing it with this one, though? Ordinary men live among marvels and feel no wonder, grow familiar with objects and learn nothing new about them.
That one has always reminded me of the Siken one, and it’s George Henry Lewes, who was indeed a philosopher.
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1. You’re going to have to treat every man like an explosive until he proves to you that he’s burnt out. Often, the wolves are disguised as woodcutters.
2. Being a lady ain’t easy, honey, but somebody’s gotta do it.
3. When he asks to see your body, show him your fists.
4. Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”
5. If they ask you to give them a smile, spit on their shoes.
6. Never be afraid to take up space – you’ve earned it. You deserve it.
7. When a boy claims to be a gentleman and keeps asking for your hand, tell him you’ll give him a finger. Yeah, you know the one I’m talking about.
8. ‘No’ is your friend. Practice saying it in the mirror so it will slip out like venom when he puts his hands on you.
9. Your worth is measured only by how happy you are. Nothing more, nothing less.
10. You are a fucking firework. I’m so proud of you.
10 Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)
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don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”
