"Insight."
Rachel Field.
Writer. Historian. Break-dancer.
This is the space for all of my anti-racist, anti-heterosexist, feminist, socialist, and equality rants to find their footing.
Everything to me is expression.
I only get one chance to live in this world; so I plan on changing this motherfucker.
Two words. FUCK OPPRESSION.
I am sick and fucking tired of feeling angry. I feel angry every goddamn day. WHY THE FUCK DO YOU CARE ABOUT WHAT I DO WITH MY BODY? It’s mine. Who the fuck are you to shame me of my body and my choices? Who are you to gender me, slut shame me? I will never be ashamed of who I am. None of you motherfuckers can ever stifle the person I am. I am fucking beautiful. I am fucking proud.
Fucking Polly …
It will not happen the first time you forgive him.
Or the second. Or the third. It will not happen the fourth time
you break down in public. When a wine glass is broken
at a dinner party and you leave without saying goodbye.
When a car door is slammed across the empty…
I told you this story:
There was a night when the moon cracked open and a voice came from within. And the moon turned to the astronaut and said to him, “Please stay— please stay.”
And the astronaut looked back at the moon and said “Oh, I would love to stay, but I cannot stay with you. I am sorry to report that I must leave. For when I am here, with you, I cannot breathe.”
"(via fuckyeahslampoems)
