me getting ready for thursday’s scandal season finale
Too many young girls don’t know how to act when someone’s being inappropriate with them. They giggle or they try to brush it off. Don’t do that. Tell them to go fuck themselves - be a bitch. If someone’s being disrespectful to you, be disrespectful right back. Show them the same amount of respect that they show you.
— Wise words from my mom (via makeyoubeleive)
feminism is humanism,
I remember writing about hands once,
but I don’t think I speak that language anymore.
I woke up one day,
and the poems on the wall didn’t make sense
and I couldn’t remember if I was angry or
in love or falling apart or if I was supposed to
feel right in this skin or not.
Every week starts off with the same dream of mirrors,
and they are always all empty.
No one talks about the body in the middle
of the room,
because they don’t see it anymore.
I think I miss you,
but I’m not supposed to bring it up.
My mother calls,
and I only know how to say things like
‘wish you were here,’
and ‘this city’s so dull without you tonight.’
She tells me it isn’t healthy collecting
ghosts like post cards,
and she wishes her knees were still good
so she could pray for me properly.
It turns out a lot of people talk to themselves
just to make sure their voice isn’t gone,
and it isn’t just me.
I am trying to wipe the loneliness from
the walls in this white tiled bathroom,
but it sticks to every surface like a dirty confession.
One of these days I am going to wake up
in my body again.
I wonder if I’ll finally know how to use it
after spending so much time apart.
— Y.Z, Gone fishing (via rustyvoices)