She wants to know if I love her, that’s all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there, like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet.
i was always told that
being feminine won’t get you anywhere
because nobody wants
to take orders from a girl with a
sweet smile and a soft voice
and painted nails to hold her flowing skirt
well
let me tell you a thing or two
because when i ask a man to
take down the enemy for me
i disguise my voice with honey
to hide the bitterness underneath
and flash just enough of my pearly whites
to hide the knives
which want to do nothing more
than to sink into their necks and tear them apart
and he says yes love
calls me baby or sugar
“anything for you my dear”
and he takes down the bad guys like he’s the hero
when really he’s just another victim to his desiresi was always told that
femininity cannot be a weapon
well
my nails aren’t chipped and my skirt is still clean
so i beg to differ
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible and when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
“I do not want to be human. I want to be myself. They think I am a lion, that I will chase them. I will not deny I have lions in me. I am the monster in the wood. I have wonders in my house of sugar. I have parts of myself I do not yet understand.”—Catherynne M. Valente
I am afraid of getting older. I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day—spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free… I want, I want to think, to be omniscient.
Never believe a man can change a woman
Those men are pretenders
who think that they created woman
Woman does not emerge from a man’s rib’s, not ever,
it’s he who emerges from her womb
J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
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