he did not mean it, you say
and I wonder
how his merciless executions
could be more forgivable
than my exposed confession.
And why my tears
than the marks he left.
And in the emptiness
he left behind,
it is not his words that echo
M.H., Mothers (via ed-free-maggie)
Roald Dahl (via kushandwizdom)
You can tell me “not all men.”
every woman knows that.
But when the weight of a single man
crushes her into the mattress
and extinguishes the light from her eyes,
there is no statistic
or clever saying
that can stop her from feeling the burn of his touch
in every man’s gaze.
So maybe, to you, it’s one man.
But for her, it is all.
-M.H., It Doesn’t Matter (via ed-free-maggie)
*doesn’t do homework and hopes for the best*
J.K. Rowling (via i-am-just-a-failure)
a legendary pop music anthem that your faves could never touch
She was there for me when no one else was
im a bad person who thinks bad thoughts like ‘ew what is that girl wearing’ and then remember that im supposed to be positive about all things and then think ‘no she can wear what she wants, fuck what other people say damn girl u look fabulous’ and im just a teeny bit hypocritical tbh
I was always taught by my mother, That the first thought that goes through your mind is what you have been conditioned to think. What you think next defines who you are.
Not sure if I’ve reblogged this before but it always bears repeating.