April 16, 2014


It is both a burden and a blessing, to feel everything as deeply as I do.

Della Hicks-Wilson (via insanity-and-vanity)

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repeat from The Poetical Remains of the Day

[TW: rape]

This is the rape joke:
My best friend was four years old the first time his father came into his room at midnight and tore out his throat. He still has days when I cannot hold him because the memory of a bleeding trachea haunts his doorway. He has not been home for the holidays in many years, but – even now – hands are seen as weapons.

This is the rape joke:
I have been told by more than twenty people that they have been raped. To all of them, I asked where the rapist was. From none of them, I heard ‘jail.’

This is the rape joke:
Once my brother told me that I was so ugly, I would be a virgin forever. Unless someone raped me. But even they wouldn’t come back for seconds.

This is the rape joke:
I believed him.

This is the rape joke:
I now look at every woman on the street and wonder if the space between her legs is a crime scene, surrounded by ripped caution tape. The statistics tell me that this is so common that I will never be in a room that does not contain a survivor. Not even if I am in that room alone.

This is the rape joke:
I was thirteen years old, and he was supposed to be just a friend.

This is the rape joke:
When his older brother came home, the boy pulled away. He wiped the tears from my face and said ‘we should do this again some time.’

This is the rape joke:
When I finally told my parents, they asked what I had been wearing.

This is the rape joke:
I had been wearing my innocence. My trust. I had worn the love I held for humanity and expected to be treated well. I had never been taught that I would be that girl, the one who keeps a mine of secrets between her legs – that girl was the slut. I wasn’t supposed to be breakable.
What had I been wearing? I wore the rape joke, then I became it.

This is the Rape Joke | d.a.s

After Lora Mathis’s poem “the Rape Joke

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repeat from Back Shelf Poetry

So much of me has been partitioned and sent away.
My mouth is a candy apple for sale-
a piece of red shining plastic that begs,
buy me, I long to be bitten into.
My hands are yanked out stems that
lack roots. My heart a chimney covered in soot.
My skin is a buttery butcher’s knife.
My teeth sand shaped headlights.
My eyes-not mine, not his, not clear anymore.
So much of me has been collected into packages
and sent to whoever looked like they needed it today.
There are my ribs, torn apart and used to pick meat
from their teeth. There are my legs, browning on a lawn
I used to drink upon. There are my hands,
around the neck of a man who said, leave bruises,
I want you here even when you get off me.
There I am, dead on the bus, head on the shoulder
of a man I will not remember when I wake up.
So much of me has been partitioned, pulled,
and pried away that my body is a stranger
who I must reacquaint myself with each day.

I Am A Country Of Which I Only Know The Capitol  | Lora Math (via lora-mathis)

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repeat from Lora Mathis

kateoplis:

Under a Blood Red Sky

If you missed this last night, you still get three more chances: Oct 8, April 4 and Sept 28 of next year. Miss those, and you’ll have to wait until 2032.

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repeat from kateoplis

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repeat from the love you find here

I wanted to be
the full moon
that guided you,
not the one you
howled at.

Y.Z, Falling in love with wolves  (via childoflust)

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repeat from

liferuin:

Akuma Aizawa | Tumblr
Hotel, 2013

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repeat from liferuin
supermodelgif:

The Shining (1980)

supermodelgif:

The Shining (1980)

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repeat from Madison, 20/LA

Your sins and identity are not connected.

Timothy Keller (via clayinthehandsofourfather)

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repeat from We are clay in the hands of our Father †
cinoh:

dance
Philippe Vandenberg, via klemm’s

cinoh:

dance
Philippe Vandenberg, via klemm’s

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repeat from pale