Game Changer & Make Some Noise
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Claire Keane
EXPECTATIONS
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@andthesewords
please be gentle with yourself. you’re trying. if it’s taking you longer than you thought to achieve something or get somewhere that’s okay. try not to compare yourself to others too much because not everyone gets to where they need to be right away. you’re alive that’s what matters. keep trying. you’ll get there.
Why do I feel so alone
Amazing.
Almost every woman I have ever met has a secret belief that she is just on the edge of madness, that there is some deep, crazy part within her, that she must be on guard constantly against ‘losing control’ — of her temper, of her appetite, of her sexuality, of her feelings, of her ambition, of her secret fantasies, of her mind.
Elana Dykewomon, “Notes for a Magazine,” Sinister Wisdom #36 (Winter 1988/89)
1. I’m lonely so I do lonely things 2. Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same. 3. You hate women, just like your father and his father, so it runs in your blood. 4. I was wandering the derelict car park of your heart looking for a ride home. 5. You’re a ghost town I’m too patriotic to leave. 6. I stay because you’re the beginning of the dream I want to remember. 7. I didn’t call him back because he likes his girls voiceless. 8. It’s not that he wants to be a liar; it’s just that he doesn’t know the truth. 9. I couldn’t love you, you were a small war. 10. We covered the smell of loss with jokes. 11. I didn’t want to fail at love like our parents. 12. You made the nomad in me build a house and stay. 13. I’m not a dog. 14. We were trying to prove our blood wrong. 15. I was still lonely so I did even lonelier things. 16. Yes, I’m insecure, but so was my mother and her mother. 17. No, he loves me he just makes me cry a lot. 18. He knows all of my secrets and still wants to kiss me. 19. You were too cruel to love for a long time. 20. It just didn’t work out. 21. My dad walked out one afternoon and never came back. 22. I can’t sleep because I can still taste him in my mouth. 23. I cut him out at the root, he was my favorite tree, rotting, threatening the foundations of my home. 24. The women in my family die waiting. 25. Because I didn’t want to die waiting for you. 26. I had to leave, I felt lonely when he held me. 27. You’re the song I rewind until I know all the words and I feel sick. 28. He sent me a text that said “I love you so bad.” 29. His heart wasn’t as beautiful as his smile 30. We emotionally manipulated one another until we thought it was love. 31. Forgive me, I was lonely so I chose you. 32. I’m a lover without a lover. 33. I’m lovely and lonely. 34. I belong deeply to myself.
Warsan Shire, 34 Excuses for Why We Failed at Love (via lazypacific)
I swear to god I will lose my mind if I hear the “sex sells” fallacy one more time. Sex does not sell. If sex sold, we would see penises where we see boobs. Naked men would be on everything that naked women are on. Sex isn’t what they’re selling you. They’re selling you an impossible, pornographically fueled misogynistic idea of the perfect woman.
(via menstruate)
FUCKING THANK YOU
(via fozmeadows)
They are selling women.
(via goodbyesocialconstructs)
I put on my Tinder profile that I hate sports, I don’t drink beer and I’m 150% feminine all day all the time and so many guys are like…offended? One guy was like “what if the guy you like loves sports, you won’t even watch with him?” And I asked “will you wake up at 8am during fashion week to watch live streams of shows with me because that’s what I’m really interested in. And he said “I don’t really find that interesting.” And I’m like THEN WHY THE FUCK WOULD I CARE ABOUT SPORTS FOR YOU OMG.
I used to be that woman who begged for love, who waited for a man to tell her she wasn’t broken….but I wasn’t broken. I became one of those women who had no room for a man because her car was full of flowers and pastries. I became one of those women that men don’t know how to love because they just weren’t quite sure where to put their hands, where to kiss. I became one of those women that men tried to capture and hold close…one of those women that slip through their fingers. You see, I fell in love with life and the wind whispered, ‘Why didn’t you stay? Why didn’t you fight?’ I did fight. I just didn’t fight for him anymore. I fought for me.
Whispering Bones, by Drew Hairgrove Purchase your copy here (via whisperingbones)
Top Posts of 2015
January
Here is the handful of shadow I have brought back to you: this decay, this hope, this mouth- ful of dirt, this poetry.
Margaret Atwood, from “Mushrooms”
February
Don’t ever let anyone else write your story for you.
Nick Carter, from Facing the Music And Living To Talk About It
March
In my end is my beginning.
T. S. Eliot, from “East Coker”
April
‘Let me stay a little longer in the sun.’
Winston Graham, from Demelza
May
I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always, As long as I’m living my baby you’ll be.
Robert Munsch, from Love You Forever
June
Go wherever you can afford to go with whomever you can get to go with you.
Chelsea Handler, from Uganda Be Kidding Me
July
Be sweet to me, world.
Stephen Dunn, from “Landscape and Soul”
August
You’ll have to help yourself.
Lemony Snicket, from Shouldn’t You Be in School?
September
But no one ever did ask.
Angie Sage, from Magyk
October
[Indeed, there are infinite endings.] Or perhaps, once one begins, there are only endings.
Louise Glück, from “Faithful and Virtuous Night”
November
At times I had the impression that the floor under my feet - the only surface I could count on - was trembling.
Elena Ferrante, from Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay
December
I have been one acquainted with the night.
Robert Frost, from “Acquainted with the Night”
I’m not sad, but the boys who are looking for sad girls always find me. I’m not a girl anymore and I’m not sad anymore. You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.
Warsan Shire (via chrissystockton)
A stranger on the internet says he wants to see me naked & these are things that I do not understand. How someone could want to fuck me without having seen the bare minimum. Without having seen the way I move or what colour my hair is or what my voice sounds like. Or if I’m even a real person at all. A stranger on the internet asks for my snapchat before my name, says “send me something sexy”, whines and begs and demands like a four year old in a candy store. These are things I do not understand. That men genuinely believe we are turned on by unsolicited dick pics. That they think they can Lolita me, call me princess and little one and sweet heart. Strangers ask me questions like “do you like it rough?” Yeah, I like it rough when I slap duct tape on your mouth and tell you to please shut the fuck up.
jessica therese, “Things That I Do Not Understand” (via contramonte)
…and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, ‘That was fine’. And your life is a long line of fine.
Gillian Flynn (via uglypnis)
They say that you remind them of a deathbed, a graveyard. Dead girl, they call you. The grim reaper. The one who knows where the bodies are buried but can’t say why. They ask why your mouth doesn’t care about the living anymore. You, the one who watched the world die, who could feel the sword push through her, the one touched by a God that no one can look in the eye. Living girl. Call yourself living girl. You, with the bat in your hands, with the voices in your head, with the echoes, the mourning. Breathing girl. Darling girl. Deathless girl. No one alive can hurt you.
Caitlyn Siehl, Living Girl (via alonesomes)
[November], fold/your tender-mouth/over the corners/of ache. I am calling/the rain/by your name.
I AM CALLING THE RAIN BY YOUR NAME. (via elvedon)
it’s funny how I actually love waking up early, as long as I’m not doing it because I have to. mornings like this one, where I randomly wake up a few hours before I need to do anything, are so nice. the world feels so quiet & my brain isn’t a live wire for once.
She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood. She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.
Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders (via coffeetooth)
Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you’ll find an edge to cut you.
Mark Lawrence, Prince of Thorns (The Broken Empire, #1)
