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Lady of the Loaf

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Would you like a night of passion?

With the right person, who wouldn't?

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Was that a FB-esque poke, a smoke signal, or a wellness check? Because thank you either way.

It would seem I neglected to come back to this for some time. Just the standard Tumblr mutual wellness check. 😊💜

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Coccinella septempunctata (ladybug)

Pictures from my yard.

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Fuck yes!

The sexiest thing a woman can do is move on. Whether it’s from their partner, career, family, etc. Society has programmed women into believing there’s a moral reward for enduring and staying. Fuck that. Get a new partner, new career, move to another state/country, please just MOVE ON.

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Backyard roses blooming

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Happy Caturday from Lady Temperance being crouched and ready to pounce on something.

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I guess it's World Goth day.

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Nothing makes me want to off myself quite like capitalism. I listen to people I adore call themselves failures because of the amount in their account. I will spend my whole life gnawing at this giant, but deep down in my soul, I know this ain't what my teeth are for. My bones are for music and poetry and liquid surrender. The conversation of money and worth cheapens this miracle. I can afford to be furious. But I swear I would rather be free.

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Yep yep

Tumblr is where I come to reveal my real self without revealing myself.

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Don’t let it define you

the pain you went through

the bruises all over you,

or the scars left behind by every rough soul.

You are so preciously you

made up of miracles

holding you together

even when the entire world tried to break you into pieces.

- m.a. | mawriting

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Pocket Spaces

As a man, 

you’ve never had

 to ask questions 

about pockets. 

Never had to 

really give them 

any more than 

a cursory thought. 

Just took for granted

 that they were

always there. 

How lucky you are

that the world has

just always given 

you pockets,

like it was 

your birthright. 

Like it just

came with the penis. 

That you would 

always have 

sheathing pockets, 

readily available for you. 

Like the world just

owed you those pockets. 

The imbalanced and 

unearned entitlement 

for your pockety sheaths. 

Always something to 

stick your hands in. 

No fumbling around 

in the air for something 

to do when situations 

get awkward. 

Just shove your hand 

right in those 

pockety spaces. 

Meanwhile, we’re 

over here trying 

to figure out 

what to do. 

The required purse straps

biting into our shoulder. 

We grip it, uncomfortably. 

A nervous twitter. 

What I wouldn’t give

for a pocket big enough

for a six inch blade. 

I can wrap my hand

around the hilt 

when things feel dangerous. 

When the anxiety

about retaining agency 

over my own body 

comes knocking 

because you're 

not sure what 

his next move will be. 

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Reblog if it’s ok for your mutuals to tag you in posts they think you’ll like even if you don’t talk often.

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