the princess doesn’t need to be saved,
that the woman is a fucking hero,
that I can walk home alone
without clutching a Swiss Army knife.
Imagine this: you are no longer
flammable. You are not a match
to be lit, but you sure do strike.
Imagine this: you are not
the only one who
has ever felt this way.
Imagine this: you drape kisses
across your lover’s hip bones
You never have to be alone.
Imagine this: I hunt and I want,
and there’s not a damn thing
anyone can do about it.
Imagine this: you’re always situated
on the cusp of something
beautiful. jessica therese, “Imagine This” (via contramonte)
I’m the type of person to avoid confrontations which means when I feel like I’m getting the worst part of the deal I’ll say something sarcastic or passive aggressive which leaves my best friends to brush things off with ease while I sit and dwell on the issue for days afterwards and I think that’s one of the reasons why I have stomach problems because who likes to actually show their true emotions, am I right?