I write until I remember
what you smell like walking past me
early on a sunday morning.
I write until I remember
which creaky floorboards
I needed to avoid when you were still asleep.
I write to remember
every word, every glance,
every time you put your head on my shoulder.
One day you were here
and the next you weren’t.
I’ve been asleep every since.
— Amanda Helm, I Write to Remember (via amandaspoetry)
8:05 pm • 2 August 2014 • 983 notes
“I give myself five days to forget you.
On the first day I rust.
On the second I wilt.
On the third day I sit with friends but I think about your tongue.
I clean my room on the fourth day. I clean my body on the fourth day.
I try to replace your scent on the fourth day.
The fifth day, I adorn myself like the mouth of an inmate.
A wedding singer dressed in borrowed gold.
The midas of cheap metal.
Tinsel in the middle of summer.
Crevice glitter, two days after the party.
I glow the way unwanted things do,
a neon sign that reads:
Come, I still taste like someone else’s mouth.”
— Warsan Shire, “Residue” (via fleurishes)
8:04 pm • 2 August 2014 • 3,536 notes
“You think I’m not a goddess?
This is a torch song.
Touch me and you’ll burn.”
— Margaret Atwood, from “Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing” (via larmoyante)
10:12 pm • 1 August 2014 • 6,453 notes
I Come From a Long Line of Hot-Blooded, Able-Bodied Women
My grandmother was so afraid my grandfather was having an affair
that she bought a polygraph and turned it on
every time she said I love you and waited for him to say it back.
My mother came out of the womb bloody and wailing,
then stared with saucer eyes as the…
8:43 pm • 22 March 2014 • 1,785 notes
How to talk to your daughter about her body, step one: don’t talk to your daughter about her body, except to teach her how it works.
Don’t say anything if she’s lost weight. Don’t say anything if she’s gained weight.
If you think your daughter’s body looks amazing, don’t say that. Here are some things you can say instead:
“You look so healthy!” is a great one.
Or how about, “you’re looking so strong.”
“I can see how happy you are – you’re glowing.”
Better yet, compliment her on something that has nothing to do with her body.
Don’t comment on other women’s bodies either. Nope. Not a single comment, not a nice one or a mean one.
Teach her about kindness towards others, but also kindness towards yourself.
Don’t you dare talk about how much you hate your body in front of your daughter, or talk about your new diet. In fact, don’t go on a diet in front of your daughter. Buy healthy food. Cook healthy meals. But don’t say “I’m not eating carbs right now.” Your daughter should never think that carbs are evil, because shame over what you eat only leads to shame about yourself.
Encourage your daughter to run because it makes her feel less stressed. Encourage your daughter to climb mountains because there is nowhere better to explore your spirituality than the peak of the universe. Encourage your daughter to surf, or rock climb, or mountain bike because it scares her and that’s a good thing sometimes.
Help your daughter love soccer or rowing or hockey because sports make her a better leader and a more confident woman. Explain that no matter how old you get, you’ll never stop needing good teamwork. Never make her play a sport she isn’t absolutely in love with.
Prove to your daughter that women don’t need men to move their furniture.
Teach your daughter how to cook kale.
Teach your daughter how to bake chocolate cake made with six sticks of butter.
Pass on your own mom’s recipe for Christmas morning coffee cake. Pass on your love of being outside.
Maybe you and your daughter both have thick thighs or wide ribcages. It’s easy to hate these non-size zero body parts. Don’t. Tell your daughter that with her legs she can run a marathon if she wants to, and her ribcage is nothing but a carrying case for strong lungs. She can scream and she can sing and she can lift up the world, if she wants.
Remind your daughter that the best thing she can do with her body is to use it to mobilize her beautiful soul.
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This is so brutally true that it brought tears to my eyes. I wish I had learned to love my body at an early age, perhaps then I wouldn’t have tried to destroy it so thoroughly. Due to this self-abuse, I will never have a daughter, therefore I make it my mission to let everyone around me know that they are beautiful.
(Source: moxie-bird, via illusionnistes)
7:17 pm • 22 March 2014 • 323,696 notes
a short list of things I’ve learned in 2013
I. bridges are for driving
they are for seeing things
you’d never see otherwise.
do not ruin their magic
by stopping in the middle.
II. feelings are called feelings
for a reason
listen to your heart
and your head
when your hands crave her hair
let them go
III. sometimes, people will not love you back.
that does not mean they aren’t good people.
but go where you are wanted
your time is precious.
IV. don’t panic
you can do this
(Source: stuartstormborn, via imustrememberthis)
7:32 pm • 16 March 2014 • 14,008 notes