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When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.
– Sputnik Sweetheart (Haruki Murakami)

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You see, my daddy raised me to be a fighter. He taught me that sometimes to get through this world you have to raise your fists to get what you want. He told me it was a man’s world, and he didn’t want his little girl to get pushed down, and kicked on. He told me to always fight for what I thought was right.

I never thought much of it until I was older, until I opened my eyes. It wasn’t until I realized we were in a man’s world, a world where men had the upper hand.

A world where I couldn’t wear tank tops on a hot day to school, because it was deemed “too inappropriate for male students and teachers.” Instead of teaching men to not see sexualized images in young girls, we had to suffice.

A world where when I took cooking class, all the girls were expected to be better than the boys. Because it was where we belonged, where we would spend most our time, in the kitchen. When I burned the cake I was looked down upon, but when he did it, it was a joke, a funny accident.

A world where if you say no to the wrong boy, the next day the whole school will either look at you as a slut, when you haven’t even been touched before. Or they will look at you as a jerk, a coldhearted one, just because you weren’t interested in him. Yet it’s totally okay when he says no to you, only then “no means no.”

A world where when a women takes charge in an office, company, she is now considered “head bitch.” Yet when a man takes charge, he is a boss, someone to respect.

A world where little girls are taught at an early age to never walk alone on the streets, always have someone with you. Instead of teaching little boys to never harm a soul. That when a girl is walking alone it doesn’t mean she’s vulnerable, or is asking for it, she is just going home.

We live in a world where women are expected to be submissive to men, because if we aren’t we are taking away “a part of their manhood.” The only time you’ll find me submissive is in the bedroom, and that will be fifty percent of the time. I will be no one’s notch lower, a shelf down, a step behind, I will be there right with them, side by side. No women should feel less than to a man.

i.c. // “A Women in a Man’s World.” (via delicatepoetry)

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My father’s lips touch his beer bottle more than my mother’s skin. He spends more time staring at the television than he does looking at her. Most of the time he chooses work over date nights, or relaxing evenings at home. He stopped taking her out for her birthday, and she stopped asking to spend more time with him.

Sometimes when she talks, my father doesn’t listen, and she gets no response. When he talks it’s usually about work, or how he needs my mom to do something. I don’t know what it is, I know they love each other, I guess that’s just what happens after being together for more than twenty years.

I just feel like so many couples lose sight of what’s important, because they think of how this person has stuck around for so long, what would make them leave now? I just don’t want my future marriage to be small talk in the evening. or red roses once a year on Valentine’s Day.

I’m afraid of it happening, I am. I just think, the older the love, the more it should be cherished not ignored.

i.c. // “I want something more.” (via delicatepoetry)

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You can say “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me,” all you want. Yet you know you are lying, because words hit harder than stones. Stones bruise the skin, words bruise the soul.
i.c. // ”Stones & Words” (via delicatepoetry)

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I used to build dreams about you.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via bl-ossomed)

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do you ever like randomly wake up in the middle of the night check your social networks then go back to sleep 

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if you put a frog in boiling water, it will jump out.

if you put a frog in warm water and gradually turn up the heat until the water is boiling, the frog will remain there until it dies.

and that is an abusive relationship.

Holy shit.

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