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catdad:

Eartha Kitt Interview. 

This is extremely heavy.

This was hard to watch, but very worthwhile.  Starting at 5:00 I start to heavily empathize rather then sympathize.

" A man?  A man has always wanted to lay me down, but he’s never wanted to pick me up.  The men that did have real love and affection for me were the ones that never touched me."

Because women are supposed to be pretty and soft.
But what if we are soft and not pretty.
or neither soft nor pretty,
what kind of women are we then?

— Key Ballah (via keywrites)

one00mil:

day out with bae sayaas


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)