I don't want to be a product of my environment, I want my environment to be a product of me.
  • The US Government: We're not going to make it federally mandatory for people to get paid a wage they can actually live off of
  • The US Government: If people want to make a living, they'll just have to work 16+ hours a day
  • The US Government: And if their kids end up disenfranchised because of a lack of parental involvement, well that's not our problem
  • The US Government: In fact, what is our problem is creating a system that will funnel these disenfranchised youth into our prison system so they can work for corporations (that promise us money) for damn near free
  • The US Government: If they don't want to fall victim to this system, then they can seek higher education
  • The US Government: Except such an education will be inaccessible to most disenfranchised people and skewed in favor of the financially stable and white people
  • The US Government: And we're not going to make intervention programs like sex education and conflict resolution federally mandatory, because that's the parent's job
  • The US Government: The parent who is working 16 hours a day

I don’t want your mind, or the chaos inside it. I don’t want your hand, your compliments, or your thoughts on these bustling streets; your opinions, your ex-lovers’ anguishes, I just want your body. I want your hair in fistfuls, and your flesh against mine. I want your flickering eyes, your open mouth, your unrestrained squeals, unspoken beckons, your tongue flossed hisses and your submissive kisses. I want your unrestrained movements, your complete devotion to the moment I release you from all these tainted flecks that reside in your pretty little mind. I don’t want your definition of love, I want to use you, and I want you to use me too. Darling, I don’t want to hear you say a word. Our bodies will always have more interesting things to say when you simply succumb to these instinctual earnings. Lie down; you will see, and thank me after.

—(via reykogast)

Even after you left -
I still slept on my side of the bed
In hopes that one morning
I’d open my eyes
And find you back on yours.

My doctor said I was introvert.
My friends say I am hilarious
My father, calls me his best boy and my mother her angel
My best friends say they care
my doctor says I am depressed
My friends say I seem more tired, but never ask what is wrong
My father calls me difficult and my mom a disappointment
My best friends struggle to pretend they care
My therapist says I have a lot of pent up anger
I don’t see my friends much anymore
My parents refer to me as an accident and they ignore me when I’m home
I forget what my best friend’s voices sound like
I have discontinued therapy
Even my doctor says there isn’t much hope for me
My family forgets my name sometimes
And I haven’t had a friend in months
I’m writing this on the bridge
My god it is lonely up here
But it is lonely everywhere
And I have no one to say goodbye to.