After a scorching I put up fire doors to stop love burning my heart. Doors that were made of drugs. Doors built with alcohol units. Doors of anonymous sex.
I was smart.
So I thought. But the heart does not beat with thoughts. With biblical force you crumbled my doors.
I was a fool.
When did me become we? When did we matter more? Stripped of defence I lurk, heart beating fast in its panic room. Waiting. Hoping.
For you.
(Source: moussemymind)
If you have to treat me differently because you heard I’m a feminist, you subconsciously realize that there is something wrong with your normal behavior.
—(via pink-lips-red)
This is so true for a whole assortment of things but I’ve never been able to put it into words. Like when people find out I’m queer and they suddenly act less homophobic. I have relatives who magically stop showing their racist tendencies around people of color. Just because you don’t display your prejudice around the people you’re prejudiced against doesn’t make you a good person - it still means you’re shitty, but also extra shitty because you realize your behavior is offensive and you only display it around people who won’t be immediately harmed.
(via mscoolcat)
(Source: sarahserralta, via thechronicleofshe)
