i’m going to start referring to men as “our husbands, fathers, and sons” whenever i talk about issues that affect them.
(Source : proudlybigotedmisandrist, via whirl-on)
Litter me with your tragedy
Break over me so I can feel the shards cutting into my tender skin
Let me in.
You’re magnetic in a way I can’t define
Like writing this
The incessant screaming of my soul
Compelling and crushing me
Intoxicating me.
So that I’ll never let go.
-e







