Are you ready for some shitty drunk poetry

My name is cleopatra because my dad is egyptian and also a jerk

[wordsnquotes]

Je vous souhaite d'être follement aimée.

André Breton, L’amour fou (Mad Loves)

translation: “My wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness.”

(via wordsnquotes)

[sasha-notso-fierce]

A Fun Fact About Me

I pack sandwiches when I go to parties

[yesdarlingido]

I cried because I want my daughters to feel that blazing pride, that affirmation of their boundless capacity — not from their husbands, but from their world, from the atmosphere, from inviolable wells of certainty inside themselves. I cried because it’s not fair, and I’m so tired, and every woman I know is so tired. I cried because I don’t even know what it feels like to be taken seriously — not fully, not in that whole, unequivocal, confident way that’s native to handshakes between men. I cried because it does things to you to always come second.

Hilary Clinton, New York Times (via yesdarlingido)

okay so i’m reblogging this again because in my night class tonight my professor said that it seemed like the impact of the election wasn’t hitting our class as hard as some of his other classes. before i read this aloud i said: “if any woman [which was most of the class] in this classroom does not feel this shit in their bones, raise your hand.” 

not a single hand went up. 

and i don’t think i will ever forget how i felt seeing that empty air, not ever. 

(via softerains)

[girlsuggestion]

contrary to popular belief, what men think of you is honestly like the least important thing ever lol

[sasha-notso-fierce]

An open letter to women of colour

- from a white woman

I pray that I can summon every ounce of eloquence I possess, so that I might do justice to you. To your courage; your gentleness. To tell you that I see you. 

I see you as you walk through these white streets, with white walls, and white eyes.

I see you as you hold yourself with such quiet strength, such perfect resilience. Your very bones hardened from a life that I could never fully comprehend.

Because you were built to endure. Every atom, every fibre, made to withstand.

I will not pretend to understand; to know. But I will stand with you, all of you. 

I will listen, for I know that you have much worth saying. I will take your hand when the world wants to make you feel unwelcome. And I will fight, just as you have done for generations.

Because I see you.

And believe me, I have never seen anything so beautiful.