Do you know who your daughter is? Do you who your little sister is?  Do you know what she’s done?
What’s she’s created, where she’s gone? The hell she’s survived or things that’ve corrupted her? The sharp pain that’s simply abducted her. The poison she drinks and venom she inhales? The satisfaction of her eyes fluttering and her heart shutting down is better than the thought of falling to the ground. You need her. You want her. You trick her because you’re weak. Slithering your way, just to get a bite to eat. You slippery creature, you. You’re infectious. You’ve molested my life. Not once, not twice, but every time. -JulianneDuguay



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Q
You two are not fit for raising a child. I feel bad for your kid.
Anonymous
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parkingstrange:

I mean she may only be 7 months old but so far she hasn’t sent anyone anon hate so I think we’re doing better job than your parents did, just saying.

that was brutal

Damn


When boys buy you flowers.

When boys buy you flowers.


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drowningxlessons:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

greencarnations:

spacethefinalfuck:

mehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh:

Female BAMFs Throughout History

this is fab BUT WHERE ARE THEIR NAMES?

I’m always wanting to read more about these posts immediately and I have trouble finding the sources.

Reblogging for the names of these fabulous women right here <3

moshing

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A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

Maya Angelou

projectenf:

Stripped completely in public

projectenf:

Stripped completely in public

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