why the fuck is there so much stigma surrounding going to the movies by yourself why the fuck do you need someone to help you sit in the dark and look at a wall for two hours “oh look at that dork they don’t even have a friend to ignore for the entire duration of this event”
You ask the wrong questions, obviously.
It has never been about them.
With you, its always about doubt.
You’re not to blame for that, dear self, but I wish you’d stop.
Its safe to say, that I know you best and lets be honest, holding on isn’t your best suit. You’ve got to let go. People who…
How do you know it’s over? Maybe, when you’re more in love with your memories than with the person standing in front of you. It will take a lot of time E, it will. Thank you God because you don’t let me settle again for something against Your will. We’re an almost and you’ll be my favorite so-close-yet-by-far memory sealed in the depths of my wits. I don’t need to wake up on a different side of my bed, I just need to accept this. It’s as if swallowing a bitter pill yet knowing it will make me feel better.
When your bones get heavy, place them in this wishing well. Turn the sun on, let them boil. Your name isn’t a mouthful of nails this time. Your hands don’t remember the way he felt. You are all skin, and it is all only yours. Forgive the ones who never called back, but forget their names. Rip up the letter that says, ‘I dug up the moon and found darkness.’ Rip up the letter that says, ‘I’m going back home.’ When the ghosts start laughing, you laugh back and you laugh louder. Turn this regret inside of you into bravery. Your hands are bloody from cutting your heart our of your own chest. Put it back, sew it up. Stop waiting for someone to kiss you back to life. You’re the only one who can kill the dead thing inside of you. Tell the prince to stop looking in other people’s castles for dragons to destroy. Tell the prince to save himself. When the light comes, ask her how she’s been. When the light comes, tell her you’ve been waiting.
—Y.Z, If I tell you about my ghosts, promise not to turn haunted (via rustyvoices)
"Gulabi Gang" is a gang of women in India who track down and beat abusive husbands with brooms.
this is too thug not to reblog
That’s not all they do - they’ve got more information on their website.
What else they do that is awesome:
- Stop child marriages
- Persuade families to educate girl-child
- Train women in self-defense
- Oppose corruption in administration
- Create awareness about the evils of dowry
- Register FIRs against sex-offenders and abusive husbands
- Publicly shame molesters
- Encourage women to become financially independent
We studied these badasses in Feminist Theory. They’re pretty amazing women.