I’m not a fan of this celebrity crazed generation. I want out generation to be known for something more than being Internet addicted and what not. Lets make a name for ourselves as something great in human history!
Scars are just memories on skin.
— 6-Word Story #99 (via mystiquel)
so today i learned that in the late 1800s-early 1900s, the navy became concerned about possible homosexual activity among their sailors
so they sent in decoys, whose job was to pretend to want to engage in homosexual activity in order to find gay sailors
except then the job of the decoy got popular
like, really popular
like… worryingly popular?
reports said that the decoys were performing their jobs with “much enthusiasm and zeal”
eventually the navy decided. to. just stop.
I think I am leaking-
Imagine:
A woman pours her heart
into a bowl and feeds it to her cat.
The heart becomes a liquid thing-
like heat, a shocking,
but not so shocking red,
like my mother’s lipstick, like the first drop
of blood, like the tone
of a poem written all wrong.
Sometimes I look at people I don’t know
and think “I could love you”. My ribs tremble
with survivor’s guilt, and the branches
of my wrists spell out my future.
I think I am leaking-
and this is the sound of fragility.
We are capable of kissing
bruises and watching mothers cry
over lost children, who are not actually lost,
but hiding;
under the kitchen sink,
or in the upstairs closet, or in the concave
that is the human heart,
plucking ribcage songs.
