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Sometimes I still can't believe I was stupid enough to take you back After the way you treated me the first time around Acting like that **** doesn't matter Like it never happened Like I never cut myself Thinking about you Like I never ate my way through $20 worth of McDonald's Crying over you Like I never tried to take too many pills Trying to get you out of my head Like I never ****** other people, picturing you Because I still loved you Like I never wrote hate letters to you Remembering the pain like it's fresh Like I never stayed up all night screaming into my pillow Missing the **** out of you I took you back like none of that happened Because that's how much I ******* love you That's how much I missed having you You ****** me beyond belief But all I wanted Was to have your love again To have you again Call me stupid Or your girlfriend Same difference
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC
SerenePineapple
Stupid in Love
Sometimes I still can't believe I was stupid enough to take you back After the way you treated me the first time around Acting like that **** doesn't matter Like it never happened Like I never cut myself Thinking about you Like I never ate my way through $20 worth of McDonald's Crying over you Like I never tried to take too many pills Trying to get you out of my head Like I never ****** other people, picturing you Because I still loved you Like I never wrote hate letters to you Remembering the pain like it's fresh Like I never stayed up all night screaming into my pillow Missing the **** out of you I took you back like none of that happened Because that's how much I ******* love you That's how much I missed having you You ****** me beyond belief But all I wanted Was to have your love again To have you again Call me stupid Or your girlfriend Same difference
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we do not have to beg and plead to meet with our Gods in mosques and temples. holy isn’t the space between stone pillars and walls - holy is the absolute power of our *** holy is the space between our legs. we do not have to hide and disguise the pain of a hundred muscles writhing and twisting and sneak into warm kitchens to feed cold stomachs after hours; a pounding heartbeat marking every second stolen to steal food from a home that is just as rightfully ours. we do not have an obligation to remain a glassy lake that lies still throughout the storm, pleasing every passerby with a picture of themselves; the narcissists and egotists can go straight to hell. we do not have to cut our lips on our teeth by setting our default response to a ‘yes’ when every cell in our bodies unite to protest. we do not have to pretend to smile at the uninvited embraces of unwelcome hands and eyes. because no holy man in a holy temple that exiles women deserves to rub his filthy hands over the valleys and mountains of goddesses cast in stone, and no tradition can lead to the starvation of a woman who has to bleed if she is to live. lakes do not stay serene in a storm, they do not surrender; they bend over backwards and swallow the horror. you see? we do not we absolutely do not have to need to or be forced to do anything at all - unless we really, really want to.
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Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 9:36 AM UTC
sanchkay
what a woman's reality should look like.
we do not have to beg and plead to meet with our Gods in mosques and temples. holy isn’t the space between stone pillars and walls - holy is the absolute power of our *** holy is the space between our legs. we do not have to hide and disguise the pain of a hundred muscles writhing and twisting and sneak into warm kitchens to feed cold stomachs after hours; a pounding heartbeat marking every second stolen to steal food from a home that is just as rightfully ours. we do not have an obligation to remain a glassy lake that lies still throughout the storm, pleasing every passerby with a picture of themselves; the narcissists and egotists can go straight to hell. we do not have to cut our lips on our teeth by setting our default response to a ‘yes’ when every cell in our bodies unite to protest. we do not have to pretend to smile at the uninvited embraces of unwelcome hands and eyes. because no holy man in a holy temple that exiles women deserves to rub his filthy hands over the valleys and mountains of goddesses cast in stone, and no tradition can lead to the starvation of a woman who has to bleed if she is to live. lakes do not stay serene in a storm, they do not surrender; they bend over backwards and swallow the horror. you see? we do not we absolutely do not have to need to or be forced to do anything at all - unless we really, really want to.
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