I need to get jacked so I can intimidate people with my physical appearance. Then when boys are like “ew ur muscles are gross” I can just be like “HOW’S THIS FOR GROSS?!” then punch their faces concave.
- What she says: I'm fine
- What she means: space: the final frontier. these are the voyages of the starship enterprise. her five year mission, to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilization, to boldly go where no one has gone before.
" You may not agree with a woman, but to criticize her appearance — as opposed to her ideas or actions — isn’t doing anyone any favors, least of all you. Insulting a woman’s looks when they have nothing to do with the issue at hand implies a lack of comprehension on your part, an inability to engage in high-level thinking. You may think she’s ugly, but everyone else thinks you’re an idiot. "
(Source: smellslikegirlriot)
Collaborating with mitchellsnyder on a zine, is mostdef gonna be the highlight of my recent life. EVeryone.. look forward to this. It’s gonna be good, and it’s the kick in the pants I need to get writing and break this block.
Oh my god, some little Sophomore posted on my thirteen year old sister’s IG “you post too many pictures of yourself. “And she responded. “I know. It’s because I’m beautiful. Not my problem you’re intimidated by girls who know how beautiful they are, because it means you can’t force your oppressive beauty standards on us. K thx baiiii!”
I’ve never been so fucking proud in my entire life. I’m gonna cry. Get on with your bad self, little warrior princess.
Sex with Wealthy Men
I regret not snapping the necks
of dandelions. We were
alone, I should have cracked
his ribs apart. We clicked
our teeth. I drew
blood not for myself,
for sins against
my mother.
The Family Bible
I see finger prints on my parent’s wedding photos. They’ve shifted under so many hands. I’ve already forgotten why I’m here. My sister dyes Easter eggs. She writes “fuck” on one. She draws a cross on the other. She sets them side by side in the egg carton. I want to smoke a cigarette but my mother will want to share. As my mother smokes she talks about work and she slides insults my way. “Your father is such an asshole.. I’m sorry you’re so much like him.”
Everything I never wanted is a television set is stuck on a murder a minute, phrases that turn into jokes the more they become truth. “Let it ride, baby girl.” I heard as clearly as if you were sitting next to me in the breakfast nook of a yellow kitchen where framed Dala horse needle points line the walls.
Artemis from It’s Always Sunny is my spirit animal. “Those guys are playing hard to get.. gonna pop off my bra, blast mah nips!”
