shout out to all the black and white cats named oreo, all the orange tabbies named tiger, all the grey cats named smokey, all the black cats named shadow, and all the calico cats named patches
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how could i forget the white cats named snowball, shout out to all the white cats named snowball
My only constant is the black hair tie around my wrist. No mans gonna be there for me like this hair tie has. No ones presence is gonna b as reassuring
Privileged folk ridiculing safe spaces is so funny as if men don’t refuse to enter “girly” stores and have “man caves”, as if white people don’t avoid black neighbourhoods, as if straight people don’t ostracise gay people from their social circles, like who’s really the one with the safe spaces lol
that’s the thing about power dynamics. Your boss has no problem entering your work space randomly, while you can’t enter his office as freely. Same mechanic is happening here, only that when you refuse to let your boss (privileged people) enter your space (safe space), they feel offended because they think they’re entitled to entering your space all the time.
me: beer is so nasty
bearded 26 year old yuppie white man that listens to the black keys: thats because you drink capri sun sweetie:) your palette is so unsophisticated grow up (: I ferment my own piss
roses are red violets are blue
pull my hair while I go down on u
a rabbit hands me a blood-painted rose
& i follow the darkness down the hole
(i’m warning you, alice, they’ll steal your soul
it’s all hallucinations; you’ll soon enough know)my mind is void of destination
but the cat smiles like it’s a delight.
(mad girl, sad girl, you’ll be fine;
dreams of wonderland cloud your eyes.
keep your pills close and say goodbye,
for what was wrong is now right.)mad hatter, mad hatter, have my heart;
it’s a psychedelic work of art.
i’m falling in love & feeding on cake,
dancing forever across the line
between freedom & oblivion.
I may be a little weird but at least i didnt write fifty shades of grey
