(Lizzy Grant aka Lana Del Rey)
"What people don’t understand is when we say “Teach men not to rape,” we’re not talking about telling them not to jump out of the bushes in a ski mask and grab the nearest female. We’re talking about the way we teach boys that masculinity is measured by power over others, and that they aren’t men unless they “get some.” We’re talking about teaching men (and women) that it’s not okay to laugh at jokes about rape and abuse. We’re talking about telling men that a lack of “No” doesn’t mean “Yes,” that if a woman is too drunk to consent they shouldn’t touch her, that dating someone - or even being married to someone - does not mean automatic consent. We’re talking about teaching boys to pay attention to the girl they’re with, and if she looks uncomfortable to stop and ask if she’s okay, because sometimes girls don’t know how to say stop in a situation like that. We’re talking about how women have the right to change their mind. Even if she’s been saying yes all night, if she says no, that’s it. It’s over. That’s what we mean when we say “Teach men not to rape."
"People don’t like love, they like that flittery flirty feeling. They don’t love love - love is sacrificial, love is ferocious, it’s not emotive. Our culture doesn’t love love, it loves the idea of love. It wants the emotion without paying anything for it. It’s ridiculous."
"Two things define you. Your patience when you have nothing, and your attitude when you have everything."
So we talked for hours
and you cried into my sheets
you said you hated your body
that it was just a piece of meat, I disagreed
I think you’re beautiful
but it’s impossible
to make you understand
that if you don’t take my hand
I lose my mind completely
Madness will finally defeat me
She said it was all make-belief
but I thought you said maple leaves
and when she talked about the fall
I thought she talked about the season
I never understood at all
(Source: nishe, via redhotchillifries)
it was dark outside and the skies in your eyes were deep as oceans
there was a light coming from the chords of the music that was playing
your hands were waves travelling on my body
i love you
your voice tasted like smiles and apple juice
there were butterflies in my stomach
and flowers in my ribcage
there were stardust on the floor
and white roses
and my bear feet would feel the touch of the petals
soft on the skin underneath
the thorns would hurt but i wouldnt feel
let it bleed, you’d said
let it bleed and i will fix it
and you kissed my feet
my mermaid feet
and there were diamonds in my ribcage
your big, greedy, strong hands were telling stories on my body
your fingertips draw landscapes on my waist
and your teeth teased my nipple
and all the time, your hands
your big, greedy, strong hands told my body that it was yours
and my ribcage was enlighted with sparkles
and it felt as it was going to explode.
- it’s not your fault -
but now my organs are dust
and powder and residues from the universe
being sucked by my heart
and my ribcage is becoming vacuum
im sorry, i said, once again
for the millionth time
it is ok, you said, and i apologized once more for my wounds who seem to never heal.
what is happening?
and my ribcage won’t contain it anymore
and i’m being swallowed up
and the darkness is leaking
and i want to stay.
i love you too, i said, but i wanted to say i need you to save me.
(this one is mine)
“You are flowers in my stomach.
Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the cracks of the ribs.
I only want to be the sun for you.”
— Elke River
(Source: eliego, via redhotchillifries)