grown men throwing water balloons at women minding their business, hoping they won't retaliate the way a man would... that's our generation of men. nothing screams insecurity louder than men who need women to be powerless to feel powerful.
Men created war so they would have a purpose. Because ordinarily, they have none. Males don't give birth. Most men are extraneous. They are unnecessary. Unnneeded. Redundant. A drain on limited resources. Which makes them an active hindrance to the survival of the species.
entirety
i want a woman
with filth in her mouth
and chaos in her blood.
a whore for me,
unashamed of what
we become in the dark.
but fuck,
that part is easy.
i can write hunger
until the paper bleeds.
it's the rest of her
that ruins my vocabulary.
i want a mind
that makes mine kneel.
a woman who teaches me
what i was too arrogant
to know i didn't know.
who stands beside me
without standing beneath me.
who knows when to hold me
and when to tell me
i'm full of shit.
i want her laughter
in the ordinary hours.
her feet against mine
beneath the sheets.
to know her fears
and never become one.
i want to be her peace
without quieting her storms.
her shelter
without becoming her cage.
and should the world
bare its teeth at her,
i will remind it
that kindness
was never weakness.
i want her whole.
the saint and sinner.
the brilliant mind
and filthy mouth.
the woman who brings me
to my knees
without asking me to bow.
perhaps that's why
i struggle to write her.
lust has a language.
love has a thousand.
but what do you call
someone who feels
like everything
you've spent your life
afraid you'd only
ever imagine?
Geminimaxxing:
- Texting back right away or not at all
- Driving to the gym and sitting in the parking lot
- Getting a new book
- Doomscrolling
- Laughing a lot
- Switching hobbies every quarter
- Become friends with upper management
- Forgetting to breathe
I ended up loving someone I may never get to build a life with. Someone I can’t reach for whenever I miss them, can’t call mine, and somehow can’t get out of my heart. I still find myself choosing them in a thousand little ways, even when reality reminds me that they’re not mine to keep. There’s a particular kind of heartbreak in having to move forward with your life while your heart is still making room for someone you’d gladly spend forever with.
Speak life into the people around you. Encourage their dreams, support their ideas even when they sound unrealistic. Point out their strengths, their talent, their potential before they can see it themselves. Sometimes all someone needs is one person who actually believes they're capable.
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