i wanna be 50’s housewife with aprons and pincurls but i wanna be a nerdgirl with oversized t-shirts and messy hair but i wanna be an elf with long hair and flowy dresses but i wanna be a ninja-pirate-wizard but i want to be a little school kid but i wanna be an artist but i wanna be princess but i wanna be a happy wee hobbit but i wanna be nursery-school teacher but i wanna be ballet dancer but i wanna be knight in shining armour but i wanna-
do you see my problem
moon girl
with your heart
bleeding out your chest
a hipbone tattoo that
you play, an unrest
god, i love your lips
and their pink silkiness and
i love your laugh and the voice
that comes with it
and girl, if people were candles
you’d be a wildfire
and i don’t speak out of my mouth
i speak out of my heart that
remembers every time we kissed
in the drunk midnight
and loved every minute of it
and i want to paint your moans
far across the ceiling
and make you forget the sadness
of sunday mornings
i hope we can kiss each other’s pain away i hope
we can save this hurt
from coming for us
i hope
you forget
that i love you
in the morning.
robin thicke gets praised for liberating women in “blurred lines” where the women are completely naked and he’s rapping about finding a good girl and telling her how much she wants it
marina and the diamonds gets torn apart for having guys in their boxers dance around in “how to be a heart breaker” where she sings about being broken by a man before and not wanting to feel that again
and you still dont see the problem
THIS POST. PREACH IT
There is no such thing as “too big” thighs. Thick thighs save lives, but thick thighs also crush the skulls of people who think they have the right to pick apart a girl’s body. Your thighs allow you to run, to dance, to squat. They are hot as fuck. Embrace them, love them, because you are a goddess but you are also a bad ass who’s not going to let anybody wrongly determine your worth based on the shape of your body.
White person: * does mediocre dance*
1 single Black person in a sea of Black people praising them: Ok…
Another White: THIS IS SO RACIST BLACK PEOPLE AREN’T THE ONLY ONES WHO CAN DANCE IF I SAID BLACK PEOPLE CANT DO BALLET BECAUSE THEIR SLOPPY MONKEYS I’D BE RACISTS OMG STOP HATING AND LET PEOPLE HAVE FUN
😂😂😂
I’m not the girl your mother warns you about.
I won’t kiss your best friend or break your heart.
I won’t make you choose between what you love to do & me.
I’m not cold. I’m not reckless.I’m the girl your father mentions when your mom’s not around.
I’m the girl that gets away.I will love you more than anything.
I will kiss you when you cry.
I will stand by your side until you decide otherwise.And you’re just like your father, so you will.
You’ll let me go & I won’t look back,
But you will.
I promise you, you will.I’m that girl.
I love you, and that doesn’t describe my feelings very well, so I’ll try to elaborate, I want to paint constellations with your name, and plant trees that grow your favorite fruit, I want to dance with you, I want to twirl you around and catch you when you fall, I want to sleep with you, not sexually, but besides you, where I can hear your heart beat, and feel the sleepy touch of your skin, where I can wake up and be greeted with your kiss, I want to fight off your nightmares, and give you happiness, I want to shoot rainbows and stars across the sky that will guide you home, to me, I want my arms to be what you call home, I want to get lost in your eyes, and whisper beautiful words that don’t make sense into your lips, I want to hold your hands, I want to write poems for you that actually make sense, unlike this one, and every other one I’ve tried to write for you, I want you to understand my heartbeat, just like I want to understand yours, unshaken, and unwavering, I want to be yours, I want to see your face, and see what you look like in the rain, I want to arrive at your house at midnight unexpectedly, without it being weird, I want to take all your sadness, and all your pain and I want to rip it apart, I want to push you up against the wall, in the most innocent way, so that there’s no air stopping me from getting closer to you, so maybe I can get close enough to see who you really are, I want to give you my fragile heart, I want to stitch up your seams, I want to love you. I want you to understand that, and I want the world to know that, maybe this doesn’t make sense, but it would if you saw you the way I do, and I know this all sounds so very selfish, but I guess I’m a selfish person, and I do love you.
TO EVERY FAT GIRL WHO WAS KISSED IN THE DARK AND KEPT AT ARMS LENGTH IN THE LIGHT. TO EVERY FAT GIRL WHO WASN’T INTRODUCED TO THEIR PARTNERS’ FRIENDS BECAUSE OF THEIR WEIGHT. TO EVERY FAT GIRL WHO WAS ONCE AFRAID OF GAINING A POUND AND LOSING HER HEART:
YOU ARE SO IMPORTANT AND I FUCKING LOVE YOU AND THEY DON’T DESERVE YOU.
I’m not the girl your mother warns you about. I won’t kiss your bestfriend, or break your heart. I won’t make you choose between what you love to do and me. I’m not cold. I’m not reckless. I will love you more than anything. I will kiss you when you cry. And I’ll stand by your side until you decide otherwise..
