“The first time he calls you holy,
you laugh it back so hard your sides hurt.
The second time,
you moan gospel around his fingers
between your teeth.
He has always surprised
you into surprising yourself.
Because he’s an angel hiding his halo
behind his back and
nothing has ever felt so filthy
as plucking the wings from his shoulders—
undressing his softness
one feather at a time.
God, if you’re out there,
if you’re listening,
he fucks like a seraphim,
and there’s no part of scripture
that ever prepared you for his hands.
Hands that map a communion
in the cradle of your hips.
Hands that kiss hymns up your sides.
He confesses how long he’s looked
for a place to worship and,oh,
you put him on his knees.
When he sinks to the floor and moans
like he can’t help himself,
you wonder if the other angels
fell so sweet.
He says his prayers between your thighs
and you dig your heels into the base of his spine
until he blushes the color of your filthy tongue.
You will ruin him and he will thank you;
he will say please.
No damnation ever looked as cozy as this,
but you fit over his hips like they
were made for you.You fit, you fit, you fit.
On top of him, you are an ancient god
that only he remembers and he
offers up his skin.
And you take it.
Who knew sacrifice was so profane?
And once you’ve taught him how to hold
your throat in one hand
and your heart in the other,
you will have forgotten every other word,
except his name.”
— Ashe Vernon, “PROFANE” (via 5000letters)
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“I love women,” coming from a man, almost always means “I love when women please me,” “I love to imagine fucking women,” “I love to jack off to women’s pornified bodies,” “I love women who don’t challenge me in a way that makes me uncomfortable,” or “I love the idea of women.”
— Meghan Murphy, “'Skinny' or 'curvy,' our bodies are not our own: Why the 'No More Skinny' campaign doesn't help" (via feministcurrent)
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sending you love on your B-DAY <3 hope it was brilliant! like u
It was yesterday, but thank you, this was cute haha! Love you.
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One version of the story is I wish you back—
that I used each evening evening out
what all day spent wrinkling.
I bought a dress that was so extravagantly feminine
you could see my ovaries through it.
This is how I thought I would seduce you.
This is how frantic I hollowed out.
— Brenda Shaughnessy, "One Love Story, Eight Takes"
11:44 pm 159 notes
“Anger is better. There is a sense of being in anger. A reality and presence. An awareness of worth.
It is a lovely surging.”
— Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye (via splitterherzen)
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“How you looked at me in the San Lázaro plaza. How you kissed me under my father’s avocado tree. Nights you loved me with a pleasure close to sobbing, how I stilled the trembling in your chest and held you, held you. Milianito. Milianito.”
— Sandra Cisneros, from “Eyes of Zapata,” Woman Hollering Creek (via lifeinpoetry)
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