Riding in his car,
with his hand creeping up my thigh,
he tells me that I’m a mystery.
He wants to know
who I was before he touched me,
so he plucks the name of each
past lover from my mouth.
But I am not a graveyard where
mens’ touches have come to die.
There are no tombstones
inside of me, waiting for someone to
blow the dust off of them.
My chest does not come with
names and dates etched into it, so please,
quit looking for the face of each of my ghosts.
There is more to me
than who I have loved.
You will not
learn who I am
by learning how I’ve
— I Am Not Another Place You Can Die In | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)
"all females want to find their prince charming”
"all females want to get married!"
no, not at all.. not even close
"all females want to have children"
hell to the no
"all females need a man in their life"
shut the fuck up
"all females need a man to protect them"
"females look better with long hair!"
go fuck yourself
My bio teacher keeps calling squirrels “nut predators.” I can’t take this oh my god.
Middle Earth has no railings
Middle Earth needs no railings
Middle Earth laughs at your OSHA compliance and building safety regulations
Finally someone said it!
i would not be able to walk on those paths, i would crawl along them on all fours
suddenly I understand Gollum