words – Page 7 – darknesstohislight

It’s like I’ve got too much inside me. It just pushes and pushes with nowhere to go.

Libba Bray, The Diviners

So it went too fast to fully process what happened,
But one minute I’m sitting on your bed and the next my clothes are scattered on your floor and your lips are on my neck,
And for the first time in months I didn’t think of him
So I do all the wrong things with you for all the wrong reasons,
And pretend that it’s more than it is
That I’m more than just a fuck to you, and you’re more than just another way to get over him

(via poisoned-words)

creativedelirium:

“fuck everyone who hurt me,” journal art. 2015 and 2016 versions.

Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.

Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride (via sealedtome)