#thoughtspilled

[sonnetopia]

“We all eat lies when our heart is hungry”.

[sonnetopia]

“It’s always the dumb who are convinced about their smartness.”

[sonnetopia]

[sonnetopia]

“Just because a question has an answer to it , nobody should ought to answer it and the question itself doesn’t ought to be answered”.

[sonnetopia]

“I love life. Life is fair to me. If i am slave, I am a queen too”.

[sonnetopia]

“Dreams are merely vague if they are only worded and least lived!”

— 𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐢

[sonnetopia]

The “THEE” that i used to dread has been the “I” all along.

-thoughtoftheday (via trick mirror)

[dissipated-soul]

'I am not public property.' I reassure myself as I look into the mirror. 'I am not public property.' I recite over & over before leaving my house. 'I am not public property.' I whisper to myself, the words barley crawling up my throat & out of my mouth. 'I am not public property.' I scream into a pillow at 3 am while all the unwanted flashbacks of incidents I wish never occurred to me, incidents I wish never occurred to anyone at all, attack my brain & paralyze me with fear & disgust. At 3 am, they pay me a visit, almost every few days, reminding me how I live in a world where my body isn't mine. My body has been covered in the fingerprint stains of men who believed they were entitled to do what they please with females on the streets, quietly forcing themselves onto them so sneakily & declining & ignoring their rejections when confronted with the unwanted attention, & when they get caught; flee from the nearest direction- if a man steps into the picture. My body is almost smothered in the toxic waste which is embedded filth. Their fingerprints won't leave my body, no matter how much I scrub the invisible dirt off of me, no matter how physically clean I am; I won't ever feel clean. I wont ever feel pure again. when parts of my body have been touched by harassers before lovers, how should I feel safe in the hands of a man I fear his own kind? What if I do freeze? What if I do panic? What if I never trust anyone enough to give myself to in the first place? The root of this fear, this persistent paranoia should not latch itself onto the back of the minds of young children, shouldn't latch itself into the minds of any human being at all. But the sad truth is it does. I know I'm not public property, I mean, I constantly assure myself I'm not, but why should I be assuring myself that in the first place? why should anyone?