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serration:

constantly torn between “if it’s meant to be, it will be” and “if you want it, go get it”

I am a very private person, yet I am an open book.
If you don’t ask…I won’t tell.
I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough.

I have become rather fearful I suppose.  (via ismiamora)

If she only wants you, don’t worry about who wants her

— Unknown  (via itsthelesbiana)

He says ‘I don’t get it, why are you still a virgin at 24?’

He says ‘I don’t believe you, I’ve seen you walk, virgins don’t walk like that’

He says, ‘That ain’t natural, people are supposed to fuck.’

He asks ‘Why though? No offence though.’

I ask ‘When was your first time?’

He says ‘I was 12’

He says ‘I know what you’re thinking, that’s too young.’

I look at his knuckles, he has two good hands.

He says ‘She was older than me.’

I ask ‘How old?’

And he says ‘It’s better that the girl is older, that’s how I learnt all things I know’

He licks his lips.

I ask again ‘How old?’

He says ‘I could use one finger to make you sob’

I think of my brother in prison and I can’t remember his face.

I ask again ‘How old?’

He says ‘Boys become men in the laps of women, you know?’

I think of my mothers faced lined with her bad choices in men.

He says ‘If you were mine you wouldn’t get away with this shit, I’d eat you for hours, I’d gut you like fruit.’

I think of my cousins circumcision, how she feels like a mermaid, not human from the waist down.

He says ‘I’d look after you, you know?’

I laugh, I ask for the last time ‘How old?’

He says ‘34.’

He says ‘She was beautiful though and I know what you’re thinking but it’s not like that, I’m a man, I’m a man, I’m a man. No one could ever hurt me’.

— Warsan Shire, Crude Conversations With Boys Who Fake Laughter Often 

A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her.

Unknown

I will reblog this every single time

(via hogwartsastory)

men.

armadaboywonder:

We can act like we are alpha, but what are we but children of women. They are eternal life givers, they hold more promise for the future than any man could. Shit, they create futures and galaxies in their womb. Without women the world is nothing. 

Why do you think the planet is called Mother Earth?

She is not mine. I don’t think she could ever be anyone’s. She doesn’t want to be owned. That’s what I love most about her.

letters my grandpa wrote about my grandmother (via imjust-a-girl)

Marry a man who loves you more than you love him. A woman will always give more than what is necessary to her lover. It is ingrained into her, like maternity. But even when a man loves you more, he will still only be able to meet you halfway.

— Rihanna (relaying advice given to her by her deceased grandmother)