Broken Wings

Like a bird with broken wings, it's not how high he flies but the song he sings.

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Because Even If You Choose To Stay, I Won’t.

I will stop you. It will be sudden Or not. It will be as big as a tidal wave Or as small as a rain drop. It will be entire oceans Or none at all. But it will happen. 

I will hurt you. I will not mean for it to happen, Or I will. I will try to do it softly, Or not at all, But I will. And someday when I look back, I will regret it, Or not. I will regret you, Or not. But I would regret me, If I were you. 

I will break you. Maybe with a word, Or a fist. Maybe completely, If you ever meant anything to me. I will be the story you tell to the next girl, Or not. I will keep you awake, If I ever meant anything to you. I will break you, Just as surely and as wholly as I will break myself.

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NEVER in the history of truth has something been more real

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I love Baylor, but it has failed so many.  Please read and share.  Let these voices that have been quiet for so long finally be heard.  It’s our time.  We won’t wait any longer.

“I Was Raped at Baylor and This is my Story”

“Baylor ‘Family’ Stands with Survivors of Sexual Violence”

“Recent Grad Says She was Raped at Baylor; Claims Inadequate Response”

“ESPN: Allegations of Indifference at Baylor”

“Another Rape Allegation, Another Paternal Baylor Response: When Does This End?”

“Hundreds Demand Better Response from Baylor when Students are Accused of Rape”

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In response to Baylor University’s Candlelight Vigil for Sexual Assault Survivors:

“Together, We Sinned.  Hallelujah.”

To face all of your perfection, we stand in line together The small flames of your words light our faces in the darkness But we were thrown into a world of water And flames can only burn for so long when drowned Trust us, we know.

We call out into the darkness for light. We plead for an empty house to hear us. We sing with one voice for change. We cry in the face of your broken heart.

Because your heart is broken but our lives are shattered You pray to God and we scream to the heavens. 

At night you can close your eyes and sleep But we can barely see the shower walls through our tears You say change is coming But waiting is a luxury we no longer have.

Beds were not made for screams Bathrooms have seen too many tears.

So if patience is a virtue, Together, we sinned. Hallelujah.

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If you want a better understanding of the inspiration for this poem, please read the following.  I love Baylor, but it has failed so many.  Please read and share.  Let these voices that have been quiet for so long finally be heard.  It’s our time.  We won’t wait any longer.  

“I Was Raped at Baylor and This is my Story”

“Baylor ‘Family’ Stands with Survivors of Sexual Violence”

“Recent Grad Says She was Raped at Baylor; Claims Inadequate Response”

“ESPN: Allegations of Indifference at Baylor”

“Another Rape Allegation, Another Paternal Baylor Response: When Does This End?”

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You Named Me Damaged

I remember the days we thought we were brave,           Days when we would snort fear and bleed courage. I remember the nights when your fingers would trace treasure maps on my hipbones,             Nights when jumping off a cliff without looking for rocks made us feel heroic. I remember the way your mouth memorized my thighs             And your hands, my body I remember the days I was yours             And the nights you were mine I remember the days I thought I was sane. I remember the nights I thought I was safe.

Do you remember when we named ourselves hope?             When we spit words onto pages and cried poetry? Do you remember the nights we thought we could breathe?             The pounding bass through the dance floor pushing the lies into our lungs. Do you remember when I breathed these lies into someone else’s mouth?             When you mapped these lies into someone else’s thighs? Do you remember the days we thought we were alive?             When the blood on our fists tattooed black ink around our eyes? Do you remember the night my front door closed? When you named me damaged and I branded you used.

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When you take a great selfie

[ulibeanzz]

i hate how buzzfeed is always winning against me. i really honestly want to consider myself above clickbait…..but when i see an article on facebook titled “13 potatoes that look like channing tatum”……….

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i simultaneously crave for people to notice how little i eat and worry about me and also hate it and can’t deal when people do comment on how i eat……how is this possible….

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Be a better you, for you.

Sonya Teclai  (via harukimuracallme)

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I know I run a book blog so maybe this isn’t the right platform for this, but girls: Please look out for other girls. Tonight I was stuck at a bus stop in Shoreditch circa 2 AM and saw another young woman getting harassed by a drunk, aggressive dude, and at first I thought, “She’s got it under control.” But then he started touching her and I went “No, that’s definitely not right.” So I barged over and shoved him out of the way and said, “Beth?? Oh my God, how are you, I haven’t seen you since grade school!” And this girl I’d never seen before in my life threw her arms around my neck and whispered, “You are an angel, thank God.” We talked for fifteen minutes, the creep lost interest, I watched her get on the bus and I will sleep so much better knowing she got home in one piece. If you see something weird happening, intervene. The worst that can happen is embarrassment, and I think that’s worth the risk when you consider the alternative.