Meals and Meltdowns

female-husband:

my religion is other women. this isn’t tongue in cheek. my religion congregates around a fire, in a cramped room we booked to talk, in an idling car for way too long, in someone’s living room, in the cold because there’s more to say and hear. there is a spark of divinity i know to look for when she says something she’s never said out loud before. there is a spiritual rumble in the dehydrated voices of women who aren’t used to saying so much. when i hear another woman articulate something i’ve never been able to, that’s the voice of my god speaking to me. its ancient, forbidden knowledge, and it fills my body with my self. there’s power in our warm red blood.

desultory-suggestions:

She’s like warm days, sunshine, honey and love.

vomitingwords:

But you are brave enough to deal with heartaches and broken pieces. You are strong enough to take one little step forward. Even when nobody’s watching. Even when no one is there to lend a hand. So please don’t let other people tell you otherwise.

Once I was helpless // ma.c.a

glynnisi:

https://getyarn.io/yarn-clip/10368030-931b-46eb-a3b8-c8d6d7a5d882

But tbh the stars deserve better.

gym-n-t0nic:

Date the person who tells you to be safe when you go out, not the one who gets mad. Partnership, not ownership.