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Crooked Thoughts. Feminist Antics. Inspiration. Celebration. Activism through Engagement.

Straight Edge AF.

Stop laughing at me swan (at Hangar 18)

— 1 day ago
Chapter titles for my book

1. Dr. Jesus

2. The Vegan

3. My exgirlfriend

4. The guy I thought I was going to marry

5. Big Dan 

— 2 days ago


The first question shouldn’t be “are you taken” but “are you interested.”

Contrary to popular stank male belief, a woman being single doesn’t endow you with magical woman-getting properties.

(via thechocolatebrigade)

— 3 days ago with 23708 notes

i’ll be listening to sad love songs til i’m dead.

— 4 days ago


Square one. Square one. Square one. Square one. Square one. Square one.

(via cammmie)

— 1 week ago with 3 notes

Oh I wrote you this love letter but by the time it gets there I won’t mean it.

— 1 week ago


Square one. Square one. Square one. Square one. Square one. Square one.

— 1 week ago with 3 notes

Some people make you feel like nothing. So small you forget you exist.
They take all the crevices in your core and fill them in with doubt.
Some people eat your livelihood. They turn your hope inside out. They make everything you do a mistake.
They devour your passion and salt your wounds.
and you love them nonetheless. You send them your heart. You break your back. You ask them how you can do better? You beg them for a second chance. You love them. You do. You can’t help it.
And the emptiness that creeps up inside you just casts a shadow on the blame. The nothing fills with hope for something. It’s like running in a race that has no finish line. No water. No directions. And no one to cheer you on. But you keep going. You keep waiting for it to change. And you keep hoping that they’ll see the blisters on your heart. Or the battered bruises on your soul. And everyone will see it coming. They all watch your mistakes and count them back and forth. But they forget your intention and the truth that you can’t forget. The way he smells. The way he smiles. The way he takes your breath. The touch that tethers you in knots that can’t be untied. They don’t see those bars that surround you and chain you to your doom. Pity the fool who defines love with chaste. Because love my friend is lust and lost and all the forage in between. And you couldn’t find me if you tried.

— 1 week ago with 1 note

It is of no surprise that I would fall in love with you just to watch you disappear.

— 1 week ago