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Ocean big as her thighs. Ocean big as her name.

A bag of shredded hay. No horses, no ocean front. Froth, but not crest. Watch me empty your fears in a field of blue-beaked birds. Watch me like I’m a messiah. Two dozen moths suspended mid-air, a ring of posies. Watch as lightning hits water, as the pond sings red.

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But I Was The Only One // I Was Weak Then And You Knew It

Half moon boat docked to a cement block in the middle of the Pacific. As if your face was a wave itself, blurred and white. Sometimes the froth sings. The line of his scalp. Under dark light, and it was just practice. Under dark light, and after, it was as if my hand had slipped.

Prayer for Honeydew / Poem for Delilah

A bag of shredded hay. No horses, no ocean front. Froth, but not crest. Watch me empty your fears in a field of blue-beaked birds. Watch me like I’m a messiah. Two dozen moths suspended mid-air, a ring of posies. Watch as lightning hits water, as the pond sings red. 

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But I Was The Only One // I Was Weak Then And You Knew It

Half moon boat docked to a cement block in the middle of the Pacific. As if your face was a wave itself, blurred and white. Sometimes the froth sings. The line of his scalp. Under dark light, and it was just practice. Under dark light, and after, it was as if my hand had slipped.

Ben Affleck speaks about Islamophobia X

There’s this new fad where everyone wants to be with God and I don’t mean in His soul or whatever but actually Be With Him. Widows are leaving their homes. College girls spend too long in old men bars. My dog was even staring up at a church, pulling against her leash to get in. There’s just something sexy about knowing. Like, shit, maybe we are His kids or whatever but it would be nice to be kissed by a mouth that knew what it was doing. I just want to be taken care of anyway. Swaddled. Coddled. Held like a baby sparrow, like a goldfish out of water for a couple moments. We’re all waiting somewhere.
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markcugini:

ACTUALLY—if you’re annoyed by my constant shouting about this women’s safety//rape, i suggest you keep fucking following me. and look inward. and think about what you’re doing to contribute to rape culture. and about what you’re doing with your body. and your brain. and your power. and your voice. 

you want me to be quiet? fuck you. i’ll shut up when my girlfriend—an aunt to a 3 month old baby girl—doesn’t have to tell me ‘it’s not a matter of if a women will be sexually assulted. it’s a matter of when.i’ll shut up when my friend natalie can ride her bike down the street without being told ‘i hope you get raped.’ I’ll shut up when a brilliant 18 year old girl doesn’t have to live in fear of her rape story going public (and by the way it did) because ‘she doesn’t want to break her fathers heart.’ i’ll shut up when i don’t have to read sentences like ‘imagined what it would be like to be raped violently. I tried to feel grateful that he wasn’t hitting, punching, stabbing, or suffocating me.’ 

you want me to be quiet? fuck you. i will shut up when you stop raping women.

Hey, Arabelle. I wanted to talk with you about something because I know you're a feminist and a make up artist. I've always rejected the idea of wearing make-up because I wanted to be as natural as possible (in this behaviour my father had a great influence). So I've been carrying a washed face almost all the time. Now I'm 25 and see some signs of aging in my face. I'd like to wear make up, but I feel like cheating or lying to others. Has something like this happened to you?. Thanks and kisses!

arabellesicardi:

Nope. I have never approached makeup from the standpoint that natural is inherently more beautiful or authentic. I am staunchly #teamfake. I don’t care for the whole “beauty is an industry directed purely for the male gaze / fight the system by not wearing anything at all” boat. Nope. You can be a horrible and ugly person inside and be “beautiful just the way you are”, you can be a very untrustworthy person and be all about “au naturale”. I also think the idea of upholding naturalism as this great ethos doesn’t give space for trans people who use makeup to help them express their gender. makeup gives a lot of people agency, makeup totally helps people express their truth. a person using it to become themselves is not lying. your identity, it is an event. you become through intention and choices. starting from zero doesn’t mean you are point zero — you are more than your naked body. it is not a lie to manipulate your body through mediums in which you feel like you are becoming yourself. the whole natural/feminine association is meant to make women seem literally, actually, historically crazy. beauty has always been seen as unreasonable. this is misogynist. i do not stand for it. in reality, i really don’t give a fuck if i’m presenting “false advertising” to someone through makeup. i am constantly misread all the time anyway, as straight, as cis, as femme, as 100% white gurl. it is totally not my priority to play into people’s basic assumptions of me by not using makeup at all. it would just make people misread me at a starting point that i don’t feel i really am anymore. i use makeup to deal and negotiate myself into an identity i can survive and thrive in and this is not lying. i might be queering aesthetics, which i guess is cheating the system of tools in which i use — and so the fuck what if i am. not using beauty products doesn’t make someone inherently more morally sound than me. it just makes them poorly moisturized. 

Novacane

There’s this new fad where everyone wants to be with God and I don’t mean in His soul or whatever but actually Be With Him. Widows are leaving their homes. College girls spend too long in old men bars. My dog was even staring up at a church, pulling against her leash to get in. There’s just something sexy about knowing. Like, shit, maybe we are His kids or whatever but it would be nice to be kissed by a mouth that knew what it was doing. I just want to be taken care of anyway. Swaddled. Coddled. Held like a baby sparrow, like a goldfish out of water for a couple moments. We’re all waiting somewhere.

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