Month: April 2015
Lajja (2001)
Don’t you dare, for one minute, believe that my kindness makes me anything but insurmountable. I did not unzip my chest to every kind of hurt, and stagger back, wounded and alive, just to hear you call me weak for trying.
Ashe Vernon (aka latenightcornerstore), from her poem, Softness, in Words Dance 16. (via her0inchic)
Don’t make me choose!
messages I send at 00:46
Chatme: Okay, so like a Dementor’s Kiss, but it takes away your awareness and identity and leaves you an empty, hypnotized body??
me: *scurries away*
man her boyfriend is WHIPPED!!!!!! like she expects him to treat her with total respect & everything !!!! crazy