For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough. We insist each day wrap it’s knuckles through our heart strings and pull. The lows. The joy. The poetry. We dance at the edge of a cliff, you have fallen off. So it goes. You will climb up again.

You rare girl, once again, you have a body that belongs to no lover, to no father, belongs to no one but you. Wear your sorrow like the lines on your palm. Like a shawl to keep you warm at night. Don’t mourn the love that is lost to you now. It is a book of poems whose meters worked their way into your pulse. Even if it has slipped from your hands, it will stay in your body.

You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god. He tried to sweeten you, to water you down. So you left. And now you have your heart all to yourself again. A heart like a stone cottage. Heart like a lover’s diary. Hope like an ocean.



you can say what you want about dc but at least arrow has a recurring, feminist bisexual superhero and one of the leads is a black man. the flash has two black characters central to the plot. it’s already confirmed that that gotham is going to have a lesbian woman of colour and another bisexual woman. it’s not wrong to have a preference of marvel over dc but stop trying to pretend that marvel is providing some kind of amazing representation that dc is lacking. 

(via thisbeastiegirl)