The Same Old Lie
The Same Old Lie
Geography and journalism student in Austin, TX.
I love wide open skies, water holes, summer peaches, and plants.
Writing and photography are my trades.
My goal is to go all the places, know all the things, and meet all the people.

"A single bead of dew contains the sky"-Basho
red flags

moopflop:

  • calling the legitimate anger of oppressed people “drama” or “hate”
  • referring to allocation of human rights as simply “politics”
  • referring to basic human empathy as “political correctness”
  • the childlike refusal to admit mistakes and throwing a literal tantrum
  • "it’s just my opinion"

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To the male bullshit of society

I hope you read this. You always read things but I guess I hope you read this because it’s awesome.

I hope you know that I’m happy alone. That I would be okay alone. That I’m not afraid of myself. That everyday I admire the whole of who I am. Because I’m great.

I hope you know that no one can break me. That I’m scared of being hurt, but that nothing you or any other motherfucker can ever do can make me broken. Broken is being abandoned by my mother. Broken is being molested at the age of six. Broken is not your harsh words, harsh actions, or harsh looks.

I hope you know that I’m going places. I’ve known that since I was 8 years old staring out the window knowing that somewhere was better than Texas. That New York existed. That France existed. That the internet and movies told me that if I worked hard I could be somebody even though my dad was ready to stop being anybody at all. So your attempts to ever cut me down or make me nothing are futile.

I hope you know that I don’t fuck with your misogyny. With your ideas. With your racism. I hope you know that it’s my body and I can do what I want. I can wear what I want. I will say what I want. I will scream it from every fucking rooftop until you understand just how loudly I am meant to be heard. That I am a woman and that means that I am a person that means I am a whole human abundant in worth and glory.

To the male bullshit of society. I’m tired of this oppression. And I’m doing something about it.

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For you

You say you ain’t made for romancing

And I know you don’t say what you feel

But I can see it in your eyes

In the way your big soft hands hold my sides

In the tender concern behind your smile

I’m alright love I’m alright

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There are some things that you can’t just sleep off


I hate myself for feeling this way

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I know what you’re looking for

It’s not here.

I don’t have feelings.

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