epicene-street-light:

i found an old poem i wrote when i was 17 and:

1). god love does make you blind

2). this is like the longest poem ive ever wrote (5 pages)

3). how is it still good after all that time

4). i was talented and probably still am

thanks for the attention, thats all, have a nice evening

heres the first half of said poem:

IN MIST SHE WAS STANDING – I.

dans
son odeur de bois vert

s’élève,
grince et

se
convulse

le
télescope à voir dessus

les
mains savantes

l’érigent

le
souple lien

de
cuir percé

segmente
la lumière

calmes

les
arbres dans

l’air
désespéré

(voici
que l’écran

à
fixer les images

se
laisse imbiber de lumière

à
travers

les
carreaux opaques)

l’interrogatoire

du
plan gravé

de
petits points

en
relief régulier

(par
la pulpe du

sensible
arrêté

encore
presque incertain)

DRAME
(subit)

l’ultime refuge du châssis :

de transparence fine

aux doigts collante

la mince protection plastifiée

roulée impitoyable

condamnée à ne plus recouvrir
qu’elle-même

dans l’ombre, dans

l’autre coin de la chambre

par quelles opérations

de la main lucide

la projection

sera-t-elle matière

(en
faisant tomber

parallèlement

les barrières

peut-être l’idée entraînée

dans la fumée-torpeur

acceptera-t-elle

de se laisser surprendre

– empâter ? –

dans la couleur

au contact luisant)

se répercutent les ombres

raclant

la
lucide au-delà du
temps

toile

la fumée réduit

la braise

aux dents serrées

***

la brume défie sa création

entre rayons d’ombre

et rails obstinés

danse

penchée attentive

et chassant le criquet

aux reflets inhumains

c’est la mélancolie du premier
jour

lorsque le blanc trahit

la nuit

le ciel chancelle

le ciel se plombe

il est livide // il va mourir

le jour livide te cramponne
l’intestin

tu étais protégée alors

dans la nuit imprécise aux
objets vagues

ils se déplaçaient

selon ta voix et ton angoisse

(ô lampe

des chemins creux

la nuit t’étouffe)

dans ton propre combustible

avant que ne s’abatte la nuit
ardente

des criquets du jour

préservez encore un instant

solitude

de ces lieux ennuités

l’intimité

qui se déchire

le blanc se lève et

c’est soudain la brume

tu repenses aux immeubles

à en vouloir vomir

le blanc se lève et

c’est soudain la brume

qui se délite devant toi

comme cet archer trop lâche

bientôt

on te verra

mains savantes

l’artiste nue

alchimise la toile

cet échafaud

Mais (malheur)

tu passeras au large de la brume

et des criquets

de l’angoisse

la brume avait le goût

des poubelles éventrées

d’un homme ivre errant

et de plastique brûlé

LES FLAQUES D’EAU

DÉMULTIPLIENT LES INSTANTS

DÉMULTIPLIENT LE TEMPS

À L’AIDE

à l’aide

… condamnée
à la mine

crissant sur le lin blanc.

i found an old poem i wrote when i was 17 and:

1). god love does make you blind

2). this is like the longest poem ive ever wrote (5 pages)

3). how is it still good after all that time

4). i was talented and probably still am

thanks for the attention, thats all, have a nice evening

aphony-cree:

shamelesslyunladylike:

beatlesliveonforever:

radiant-humble:

blackvulva:

thentheysaidburnher:

blackvulva:

thentheysaidburnher:

Cellulite is a female secondary sex characteristic and should be celebrated as a rite of womanhood, not despised or eradicated.

it’s really a secondary sex characteristic?! 

It is. It has to do with the way our bodies network fat. Female bodies create sort of a mesh network to support fat (female bodies are MUCH more hardy in times of stress) and it can present as delightfully lumpy. More than 90% of women have visible cellulite, but all women store fat in this manner.

why did no one tell me this?!

You know why :/

Spread this. I only just started to see mine and I started to freak out a bit. More people should/need to know about this

Here’s an illustration of the aforementioned difference in fat storage.

Men’s lattice pattern collagen threads holds subcutaneous fat in a way that, when the skin expands because of the fat storage, it expands evenly. Women’s “pockets” expand unevenly when we accumulate fat, creating that orange peel effect. Our storage pattern means we can healthily store more fat than men. Like a woman with 25% body fat is average, a man with 25% body fat is chubby. Because of that, like OP said, women are hardier in times of stress or famine. It’s also one of the reasons why our bodies can survive pregnancy, which is a massive energy demand on our system.

And there’s absolutely NO “treatment” for cellulite that will work. They are all bullshit designed to separate you from your hard-earned cash. It’s a secondary sex characteristic, it’s perfectly normal and it’s not going away no matter what you do. Like I’m very lean myself and I work out 5~6 times a week, and I still have cellulite. Someone giving a woman shit for having cellulite is akin to giving her shit for having skin. It’s just a mixture of misogyny and corporate greed.

Love your lumpy skin, ladies. It means you are a badass surviving machine shaped by millenia of evolution.

The first mention of cellulite as a negative was in 1933 in a French beauty magazine. WWI led to more women entering the workforce and many continued to work after the war. The French beauty industry was eager to cash in on women having more disposable income. Talking negatively about cellulite was just another way to expand the beauty market. (x)

Women are taught to hate their bodies because people get rich from it