Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.
William Faulkner (via purplebuddhaproject)
i hope manners is the next cool trend
He said, I yawned. Looked out the window. 'Well,' he began steadily, like this was I waited for the punchline. It didn’t come. This was it. My fairytale. Maybe it’s up to me.
‘You can’t be a poet, you’re too tender.
You’d never be able to stand the blows
it takes to tell another’s story.’
‘And besides that,
you don’t have a poet’s touch.
You burn me. You scratch me.
You leave gaping holes in me whenever you look at me.
You’re not soft enough to be a poet.
The noise in your head has to be turned down first.’
Considered tenderly pushing him out of it.
‘So, what can a mess like me be?’
the introduction to some grand speech
he had practiced in the mirror,
‘Lucky for you I love you too much to let you go,
so even with your flaws,
you can be mine.’
He had his hands outstretched towards me,
waiting for me to take them and laugh with him
about my flaws all the way back to his place.
Prince charming was a wolf in a secondhand suit,
licking his fangs at me in a rundown diner.
And here I realized, as I excused myself to
‘powder my nose’, and then slipped out the
side door, my worn slippers hitting the concrete
faster than ever before, that perhaps I am not a
damsel in distress, looking to be saved.
Maybe I am the villain. The obstacle.
Maybe every prince has been taught to save me from myself.
Or maybe, just maybe,
I am not a character that has been written before.
Maybe no woman has. We are too multi-faceted, too real.
We have circling wants that cannot be shoved into two hours
and have a happy ending slapped on them.
Maybe the stories are not telling enough.
I yawned. Looked out the window.
'Well,' he began steadily, like this was
I waited for the punchline. It didn’t come.
This was it. My fairytale.
Maybe it’s up to me.
I Woke Up With This Poem In My Head | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)
happy international women’s day! make sure to include ALL women and not make your definition of womanhood exclusionary. anyone who identifies as female, regardless of race, biological sex, or sexuality is a woman that deserves to be celebrated.(via lora-mathis)
I’m more excited then I should be to run into you tonight. Regardless, it’s going to be a drunk shit show blast for the next 30 days, let’s do this.
STORY IDEA: YOUR DOOR BELL RINGS AND ITS A PERSON FROM AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE “I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT YOU ARE MY FAVORITE BOOK CHARACTER AND I KNOW HOW IT ENDS AND I WANNA CHANGE IT”
WHY DID YOU DO THAT TO ME
What a boring book my life would make.
The heroine always thinks that in the beginning.