I cried because I want my daughters to feel that blazing pride, that affirmation of their boundless capacity — not from their husbands, but from their world, from the atmosphere, from inviolable wells of certainty inside themselves. I cried because it’s not fair, and I’m so tired, and every woman I know is so tired. I cried because I don’t even know what it feels like to be taken seriously — not fully, not in that whole, unequivocal, confident way that’s native to handshakes between men. I cried because it does things to you to always come second.
― Hilary Clinton, New York Times (via yesdarlingido)
If you end up with a boring, miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest, or some guy on television telling you how to do your shit, then you deserve it.
― Frank Zappa (via quotethatword)
ya niggas underestimate hugs…. like you don’t know how much girls like a good full blown hug, both hands wrapped around her while her head lays on your chest and then ya pull away and you smile at her and continue with your day… girls be in class 20 minutes later thinking about that hug fam
December came around,
And the cold weather made my lungs
Stiff and clumped together (so hard to breath).
But you were there to breath life into me,
Your tender love was the best kind of oxygen.
Then January fell into our laps
And we were so unprepared for the rain-
Our shoulders got wet first then, before we realized, we were soaked down to our feet.
But still, you were there to hold the umbrella
And assure me we’d be okay.
Once February crept in, our relationship snuck out.
Weak, tired, and stale,
The love we once shared turned into stale bread not even the birds had time to eat.
You fought for us to have a Valentine’s Day
But it was too late for your hands to stop me from leaving this time.
March was rough.
It felt like I had a family member in the hospital but I couldn’t go see them;
I knew I put you in that hospital,
But I wouldn’t dare go see you.
I knew my lips left a lingering burn mark,
But I wouldn’t allow myself to hurt you any more.
― December, January, February (via feelingsandwhatnot)