If someone wants you in their life, they’ll make room for you. You shouldn’t have to fight for a spot. Never, ever insist yourself to someone who continuously overlooks your worth.”
– (via heylauren)
(Source: the-healing-nest, via emotion-story-rhythm)
Out
Of
The
Ash
I
Rise
With
My
Red
HairAnd
I
Eat
Men
Like
Air.
Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.”
– Sylvia Plath (via hungerasylum)
(Source: winterkristall, via lockthedoorbehindyou)
When you grow up as a girl, the world tells you the things that you are supposed to be: emotional, loving, beautiful, wanted. And then when you are those things, the world tells you they are inferior: illogical, weak, vain, empty. The world teaches you that the way you exist in it is disgusting — you watch boys cringe backward in your dorm room when you talk about your period, blue water pretending to be blood in a maxi pad commercial. It is little things, and it is constant. In a food court in a mall, after you go to the gynecologist for the first time, you and your friend talk about how much it hurts, and over her shoulder you watch two boys your age turn to look at you and wrinkle their noses: the reality of your life is impolite to talk about. The world says that you don’t have a right to the space you occupy, any place with men in it is not yours, you and your body exist only as far as what men want to do with it. At fifteen, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. At almost thirty, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met still somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. They are children. They are children.”
– Stevie Nicks (via sister-bell)
(Source: whisperingwordsofwisdom, via bellafunt)
so i was in the bus with this granny by my side when we spotted two girls kissing by the bus stop. the granny turned to me and said “these girls are so pretty. at their age i was pretty ugly. well, maybe that’s why i had to marry a man” i almost died omg
(Source: sixelya, via shrimpbuddyuno)
I’m infuriated. I feel worthless. Like I never mattered, like all I was to you was a burden, someone to fill a space.
