Tell me,
at night,
do you ever weep for all the woman
through stages of your life
you refused to let bloom
all you folded in half,
buried in silence.― Ijeoma Umebinyuo, Questions for Ada
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(Source: ariseadaptacertain, via ihearthemcalling)
The irony of someone stealing my post and it ending up on the tumblr log in page after an NSFW wipe out just summarises how broken this site is. In one sense, I’m sad to lose the freedom of adult expression, but on the other hand I’m not gonna miss all of the thieving content snatchers on here!
(Source: vagabundu)