May 2013
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Social experiment
courtneythewriter:
I got tired of men saying, “Hey sexy”, I got tired of them finding ways to touch me and ignoring me when I would cry “Stop”, so I’ve become something of a social experiment, something stronger. I wear makeup less and dress in grey. I cut my hair off and am considering shaving my head. I push them away instead of crying, and I use the words “fuck off” more than I probably...
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when I grow up I want to have a wall that is filled with books from carpet to ceiling. if I get lucky, I want to have an entire room filled that way. it will be my personal library organized and grouped in ways that makes sense to me. books are cool. i like books.
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I don’t care if you think I am a loser,
or if you think I am ugly,
or annoying
or stupid, or fat, or scary, or a bitch, or any other label that helps you sleep at night.
I don’t give a damn about the whispers from all you outsiders,
you know nothing about me, and it is laughable
that you think that you think you have me figured out.
Your viewpoints are solely superficial, and...
Chopping weeds
courtneythewriter:
Mama always told me to marry a rich man, because she married a poor man and never had enough. Mama told me to blacken my lashes and bat them when I became angry to get what I want. She never understood my love for the understated, the quiet things, why I enjoy mowing people’s lawns and washing their dishes until my skin peels off. She never understood why I like to hear their...
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