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Tomorrow

Do not ask me what is next
I don’t know
Do not stare at me with judgement thick in your lashes
I don’t care
Who are you to deem what you do not see

I was not always so hopeless, so bitter
Call it a cliche because life is really nothing but;
Hopes and dreams and plans of tomorrow day?
They were all taken from me
Sorry, let me rephrase with better vocabulary
Dreams,
Were extracted from my being finger by finger
Pulled away from me until I was grasping at thin air
Hopes,
Confiscated
Exploited to work its way against me
Even when I let go I feel raped by my own body
Pushing itself into me like a fist
Only to pull put and take me by the gut
The hands that came out
They were bloody

I used to hope
Up until the second the monitor shuts down
I hoped for a miracle
Even as I felt the weight of the world lift off my shoulders
I hoped it came back
Only for another day of being your daughter
Who was never enough
Only for you to look at me again
Even though I knew of the disapprovals in your stare
I hoped

I dreamt of becoming nothing short of amazing
Of being the black sheep no one dared condemn
Because one of me is worth a hundred of them
I dreamt of education so high the skies did not suffice
Neither the moon nor the stars
I dreamt of the day loneliness stops tapping on my shoulders like an old friend
Of finding a home that did not feel like a temporary lease
A body I do not need to claw out of

Do not ask me of future plans
When the person I am in love with today
Makes me as sad as he makes me happy
My pillows are testaments of my emotional state
And the fact that I remain unmoved
Tells you more about me that it will about him
When the only thing my mother will be
If she ever finds out what that boy means to me is abhorred
Because his skin is two shades too dark
And his words to god spoke a different language from us
How his beliefs contradicts the one that we are accustomed to
Love was never our hurdle
Everything else is

Do not ask me who I want to be
When a world this large is too small for my daydreams
They tell me to think outside the box
Only to limit my thought to yet another box
But they fail to see that I have mused more than any shape could contain
I am Sylvia Plath
Who wants more than the universe had
I am Van Gogh
Who was so sad he ate yellow paint to be happier
I am Adolf Hitler
So hellbent on being right
But I am mostly myself
Whoever that was, is and will be.

So do not shove me into tomorrow
When I have barely gotten now figured out.

"I don’t want to be a sweetheart. I want to be the fucking love of your life."

- Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah (via kvvvte)

tastefullyoffensive:

tastefullyoffensive:

Dogs Sitting on Cats [video version]

Previously: Dogs Using Computers

I added a few more.

Reblogging for the gif with the dog with the wagging tail who I bet has been watching too much porn and how the cat simply lets it shove it to its face.

detourthroughlife:

PUPPIES. I WANT ONE SO BAD.

loki-has-a-tardis:

This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.

loki-has-a-tardis:

This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.