No one ever suspected a girl.
She was the wicked secret in a bedtime story,
The ‘I’ll tell you when you’re older’.
They hid you from the inevitable,
That you would love her,
That she would pick your bones
Between her teeth, and you would
willingly feed her more.
The girl clutching at knowledge,
An apple, a pomegranate,
In her bloody claw.
A red-lipped smile,
(A dagger, really)
Snarling teeth, and a
Body warm under the skin of her latest prey.
Your big bad wolf.
Stories are histories.
She would, and always will,
Wait at your door in the night,
Blow down your house,
Cut out your heart.
You will let her.
Your howl is a deafening revelation. The mirror on the wall is a lie.
The beast you love is her,
and also you.
im a bad person who thinks bad thoughts like ‘ew what is that girl wearing’ and then remember that im supposed to be positive about all things and then think ‘no she can wear what she wants, fuck what other people say damn girl u look fabulous’ and im just a teeny bit hypocritical tbh
I was always taught by my mother, That the first thought that goes through your mind is what you have been conditioned to think. What you think next defines who you are.
Some things that should be acceptable by now:
- Girls having sleepovers with boys.
- Female nipples showing.
- Marriage equality and equality in general.
- Doing what you want with your body.
- Wearing what you want,
- Kinder eggs in America.
For a second I thought you meant eggs should be nicer to people
i had a crush on this guy and i decided to pull a Pavlov on him by offering him whenever i saw him this brand of candy he seemed to really like and after a while whenever he saw me he got excited for a second then you could see his expression shift to wondering the why the hell was he so happy to see me and i swear it was the evilest thing but also the most hilarious i made a guy like me by conditioning him into associating me to a candy he liked