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notice how “girls mature faster” is never stated as a reason why girls should be given more positions of power and authority? It only works to hold girls to greater accountability than boys and to justify men’s attraction to them.

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“If I was a love poet, I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture every time I hear the vibration in your voice”

— Rudy Francisco, from Helium

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Dear stomach, I know the caterpillars have long since turned to butterflies and have been fighting to escape. Please. Just hold them down long enough for me to talk to her. Dear heart, I knew she was real when you tried with all your might to climb out my chest and into her arms. But it’s too soon for you to call this love regardless of how her voice makes you dance. Dear hands, You shake like an earthquakes lost cousin. While normally this wouldn’t bother me, I need you to be still so every piece of me doesn’t spill out. I’m already a teetering game of jenga from the idea of her touch. Dear legs, Take it one step at a time. We’re walking towards our love, not our demise. Hold me long enough to reach her. Dear mind, No, it’s far too early to be thinking of her on your wedding day. Let alone panicking about her breaking up with you. Dear lungs, Release your hold. I know she takes the air right from you but if you don’t breathe we are all going down. Dear mouth, Follow the plan. Act cool. Don’t roll over yourself like the stutter of self confidence we possess. Let your charm do the work. Dear ears, Act like you didn’t just hear her speaking about her lover. Act like you’re as deaf as you are small. Please. Dear eyes, Hold back the tears from reality. Don’t let them know you’re hurt. Don’t show your weakness. Dear world, Why are you so cruel?

mindnomming, writing prompt #48: write about desire (via wnq-writers)

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You know change is coming, you know you can’t stop it. You tell yourself everything will be allright, even though you know it won’t. Change finally comes and your world is torn apart. For months you act like everything’s allright. Surprisingly, everyone believes you. One day he appears again… he’s in love. You can’t show any discomfort, you knew. You don’t see him again but you continue to write to him. He will never read it. Change comes again. It doesn’t bring him back, it takes you out. Months pass, you still cry when you remember him. Change turns out to be the best. A year goes by since that first kiss… you don’t miss him anymore. So much change in one year. So many lessons learned. Sooner or later, your heart forgets.

littlelesspsycholittlemorebeauty, writing prompt #73: Write about the lessons you learned this year. (via wnq-writers)

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I promised myself I would never fall in love with you.But it was 4am, and we were laughing way to hard,and I felt happy for the first time in a long time,and I knew I was screwed.

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