ready? set. I’m ready. If all fails and falls to pieces, so what?
If it comes to that, and we’re standing at opposite ends of the world, then I’ll look at your half of our love, black ink etched in my skin.
And remember the times when all I could think of … was loving you.
Where is the regret in that?
.. Sometimes I feel alone.
So I eat.
Sometimes I can’t move.
So I stay under the covers
I panic.
Sometimes I can’t breathe.
So I stop thinking.
I stop thinking.
(Source: rosa-ohsa, via bklynboihood)
dude blew out my knee
and couldn’t be bothered to text
say ‘hey, howzit going?’
Bloody fool.
You’re not the first one to reject me
You’re not the last either
You’re not even the worst
Nothing can top that last one
From that long while ago.
If I ruled the world ( )
I reckon I’d write
I reckon I’d right it all.
This Bridge Called My Back - Writings by Radical Women of Color
I don’t care what gender studies or queer theory class you’ve taken, you need to read this book, but be warned, it is a rare find and might expensive. It contains several essays by womanists discussing their experience, racism, poverty, how racism pervaded the feminist movement in the early 1980s and most importantly the individual experiences of asian pacific, black, american indian and latina/chicana women. This words you find in this book and the truths that will make your soul sick are imperrative for understanding the history of racism, feminism, systematic oppression and white privilege. These are stories that have, even today, been swept under the rug and out of sight.
You need to read this fucking book.
(via bklynboihood)