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You gotta stop lying to us. We can tell you’re lying to us. Stop telling me, “Well… someone one day will think that crooked nose is just cute as a button,” I don’t want to hear that. I don’t want to hear the only thing that you can reassure me with is based on what I look like.

Stay beautiful. Stay beautiful. Staying beautiful is why I’ve got shaky hands and no metabolism. Staying beautiful is why I keep crying myself to sleep. Staying beautiful to me meant staying empty. I’m sick of it. I’m sick of people who’ve never seen me telling me, “Don’t worry, you’re somebody’s wet dream.” I don’t want to be. I don’t want to be beautiful. I don’t want to be pretty.

Stop telling girls they’ve just got to love themselves because “Everybody is beautiful.” You say the word “beautiful” and we think of magazines. Beauty exists in each person but it’s not because you’ll eventually stumble across someone who finds you attractive. Love your body because it’s flawed, love yourself for your heart. Beauty exists in you, I promise.

It’s because when you breathe in, sweetheart, you’re swallowing four million words you could have said but when you exhale, you choose the ones that are kindest. It’s because you’ve got sharp teeth and round hips and a good grasp on video games. You’re beautiful because they’ve knocked you to your knees and you keep wiping the blood out of the corners of your mouth and getting right back to your feet. You’re beautiful because they told you that you couldn’t succeed so you strapped yourself into the fastest car you could find and told them to fuck off, that you were running away to somewhere their venom couldn’t pierce through your fingertips - you’re beautiful because you’ve got stories stacked up your spinal column, not because some dude one day is going to say, “Huh, I’d fuck her.”

Stop preaching the same few words to us. Stop saying, “You’re beautiful,” because yes she is but she’s only going to hear, “I’m only saying this because I feel bad and I have nothing else to say.” Stop talking down to us. Instead start giving out compliments that mean something. Tell me I dress like I’m a queen. Tell her that you’re more than willing to punch somebody who asks, “But weren’t you born a boy,” tell her that you are willing to protect her. Tell her you’re happy she’s alive, not that you’re happy about how she looks.

Baby girl, look down to your hands, because these are the bones that will build and break nations - stay strong, stay wild, stay free, but don’t stay beautiful. Get ugly. Get hair in your mouth and sand in your eyes. Bite the people who hurt you, draw blood. Have sex in public restrooms, laugh about it, keep notches in your belt. Kiss the girl in your class with blue eyes you can’t stop staring at, get her lip gloss all over your collarbones. Skin your palms. Moan loudly. Stop getting quiet when obnoxious people interrupt you, talk over them, talk while staring them down, show them you don’t give a shit whether or not they like what you’re saying, you’re going to finish it. If somebody calls you a bitch, wink. Be ugly. Stop tearing your sandwiches apart under the table so you can eat like a fairy. Stop trying to be dainty. Cut your hair. Pierce everything you want, tattoo the rest, roll your eyes at your parents. Don’t hide your hurt, wear it, stop thinking you’re going to inconvenience everybody. Take back this world you gave up. Make it yours. Don’t go down without screaming.

You don’t need to be beautiful. You are not somebody’s art piece. Baby girl, look down to your hands.

What’s important is that you can do anything. You have so much potential and that’s what makes you important. You are so much more than your cheekbones or the width of your thighs.

What’s beautiful is that you can make anything happen. Stop being beautiful. Get ugly.

Go be alive.

Be alive, be glorious, be good at sex. Be so much more than just plain “beautiful.” /// r.i.d | inkskinned (via inkskinned)
Everything has already been said and done. But, then, if this is so, why do we need more poems in the world? I once read a Jane Hirshfield interview where she said something quite wonderful. She essentially said we have to keep writing because it’s every generation’s job to put in the present vernacular poems that are called upon for rites of passage, such as poems read at weddings or funerals. I hadn’t thought of this before. Your ordinary citizen should be able to go to the library and find a poem written in the current vernacular, and the responsibility for every generation of writers is to make this possible. We must, then, rewrite everything that has ever been written in the current vernacular, which is really what the evolution of literature is all about. Nothing new gets said but the vernacular keeps changing.
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cobrall:

please stop making comics about the stereotypical jock boy beating up the stereotypical nerd boy and somehow incorporating love. do not write them under posts about physical indicators of soulmates (glowing chests, names on wrists) and better yet, don’t reblog that shit when you see it!

stop living in this weird fantasy world where anyone’s secretly meant to be with their abuser forever. I can’t believe this is a text post I need to make

ohai-mg:

cuddleing:

i lost it with the salad

completely lost it at the gravy

(Source: videohall)

daggerpen:

katthekonqueror:

fuck-me-barnes:

zeezoutenijs:

Sooo one of my mom’s colleagues and her kids went missing a few days ago, and like we didn’t know she was missing until we saw a missing notice posted on Facebook

… She’s not actually missing tho, she’s in hiding. From the exact same people who posted that missing notice, and who she definitely doesn’t want to be found by.

So a reminder to please please check this kind of thing before you share missing notices.

Ughhhh okay I work in a law enforcement field where we deal with a lot of missing persons and here’s why I don’t share things like this without a link to a LE press release or major national news outlet. IF IT DOES NOT HAVE A SOURCE, YOU COULD BE ENDANGERING SOMEONE’S LIFE.

LET ME REPEAT: IF IT DOES NOT HAVE A VERIFIABLE, LEGITIMATE SOURCE YOU COULD BE ENDANGERING SOMEONE’S FUCKING LIFE. 

I know you think you are helping. I know you think a “signal boost” is the right thing to do. BUT PLEASE VERIFY BEFORE YOU SHARE.

Double goes for missing minors!!!!!!!!Predators and abusers put out things like this to get information on the whereabouts of their victims.

And don’t forget that just because a person is disabled doesn’t mean they aren’t being abused and trying to escape their abusers. In fact, disabled people are even more likely to be abused.

Very important addition.

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