You’re very easy to make angry. If I crowd you in anyway you become a bomb. You do not not want to be caged but you want every girl in your life to be caged. I find it interesting that so many of us, the girls of my city line up to take your shit, It’s interesting to me in a way that I wonder what is wrong with all of us that we keep willingly line up to take an absolute load of shit from all these fucking people. Because that’s what I’ve been doing…
I’m a very easy target to be angry at, just another one of those girls that hangs out in the bars and will do anything to keep my friends safe and feeling loved.
I watch people. People watch me. Vicious circle. Too many thoughts and too many rumors and really I don’t know who the fucking fuck I was kidding with you in particular.
Your voice carries 800 miles and I hear you doing something we totally made fun of some one else for doing. I just give up on you at the moment.
I am the carrier of so many secrets my hair should be as tall as outer space by now but as usual, as is always usual everything just happens around me. I am a ghost. I just absorb. I listen, I wait.
When the bomb goes off I’ll probably be the one to blow up.
We’re in a dive bar listening to Ledbelly and you are ignoring me but since I can hear you eight blocks away I know you’re here and I know you’re pulling your game and I know you’re going to use the excuse of some stupid comment I made on your some social network as the reason you’re going to be a dick to me and really I already know that because some one else already brought it up.
No problem my darling dear I’m cool with it. You do your thing and I’ll do mine and we don’t even have to say hello after the last few days of me watching out for you. It’s all good because someone else will do it for you and she’ll again like I always tell you, be smarter and prettier maybe able to handle you because I clearly can’t.
The town is quiet. Everyone is weird this week again mostly because of daylights savings but also because it’s just so still.
This city is loaded.
You’ve been loaded for days.
I miss you. But I can’t even bother to blink. I don’t have time to cry over anyone.
By Chiara Bautista
If I ever seem arrogant or anything like that, please know I’m joking 100% I have zero self confidence and I sometimes pretend that I think im dead cool and awesome because I’m actually terrible so it’s mildly funny
there’s a bigger sea for a girl like me.
In the U.S., where ninety-six percent of the reported perpetrators of rape are white, eighty percent of the men in prison for rape are black.
Joseph Weinberg & Michael Biernbaum, Conversations of Consent: Sexual Intimacy without Sexual Assault (via cocknbull)
In the UK where 3% of the population is black, 12% of male prisoners are black compared to 20% of women