I write you poetry that feels like lace,
and you think that I’m flirting with you,
but it’s these words that I’m flirting with,
the way they slide off my pen,
like ice cubes melting on skin.
don’t be fooled,
these words are for me,
you’re just an excuse to write.
No matter the quality of your prose, the act of writing itself leads to strong physical and mental health benefits, like long-term improvements in mood, stress levels and depressive symptoms. In a 2005 study on the emotional and physical health benefits of expressive writing, researchers found that just 15 to 20 minutes of writing three to five times over the course of the four-month study was enough to make a difference.
By writing about traumatic, stressful or emotional events, participants were significantly more likely to have fewer illnesses and be less affected by trauma. Participants ultimately spent less time in the hospital, enjoyed lower blood pressure and had better liver functionality than their counterparts.
It turns out writing can make physical wounds heal faster as well. In 2013, New Zealand researchers monitored the recovery of wounds from medically necessary biopsies on 49 healthy adults. The adults wrote about their thoughts and feelings for just 20 minutes, three days in a row, two weeks before the biopsy. Eleven days later, 76% of the group that wrote had fully healed. Fifty-eight percent of the control group had not recovered. The study concluded that writing about distressing events helped participants make sense of the events and reduce distress.
im starting a sticky note project and whenever i feel scared, nervous or uncertain about school I try to write a supportive message on a sticky note and place them beside the wall on my bed. I feel like it will be a cool way to fill some empty space and good for mental well being :).
i did something like this once, it really did help and it looked cool as fuck on my wall.
PLEASE, PLEASE submit your work(s) to be published in an anthology I’m compiling to uplift and inspire young women. Women can empower other women! I would love to share your art or simple words of encouragement with women who can be helped by them. Use your gifts for good! :) Submissions may be emailed to email@example.com.
“Who is the most visible self-avowed feminist in the world right now? If your answer is anyone other than Beyoncé, you might be trying a little too hard to be contrarian. Did you see her at the V.M.A.’s, in her bejeweled leotard, with the word “feminist” in enormous illuminated capital letters looming on the stage behind her? A lot of things were going on there, but irony was not one of them. The word was meant, with a perfectly Beyoncé-esque mixture of poise and provocation, to encompass every other aspect of her complicated and protean identity. It explains who she is as a pop star, a sex symbol, the mother of a daughter and a partner in the most prominent African-American power couple not currently resident in the White House.”—NYT (via alexithymiadaily)
Slurs are not oppressive because they are offensive, they are oppressive because slurs by nature of being slurs draw upon certain power dynamics to remind their target of his/her/their vulnerability in a certain relation to power and as an extension of that, to threaten violence and exploitation of that vulnerability.
“Now “tribal trends” are totally “in.” You can walk into any store in the mall and see “Native” imagery everywhere. As a Native person, when I look at them, I can’t help but remember the not-so-distant past when my people weren’t allowed, by law, to wear these things. It’s such a constant reminder of the colonial power structures still in place. Back in the day, white people had the power to take away our culture, and now they have the power to wear it however they see fit. These are our images, our cultural symbols, yet we are completely powerless to have control over them.”—Adrienne K. | Dear Christina Fallin (via star-trekker-archive00001)
isn’t it funny how widely appropriated chinese (and other east asian) aesthetics and culture are yet hardly anyone wants to recognise us like they just continue to take and take yet point at and laugh about us because we’re literally nothing but jokes in the west, but people still want what is…
“you are wine drunk at a party
holding a beer you said would be your last
your hands you can’t control
your makeup melting into the room
your friend grabs your shoulder
but it’s too late
nick are we gunna make out or what?
you fall into him
nothing in the room exists to you but the boy
you came here with a goal
your friend digs into your arm and pulls you away
i really like him you say
he’s my soulmate
i want him
i want him so bad
you are consumed with the desire to be loved back
drowning in it
that’s enough he says
we have to go
you check your phone to distract yourself
we have to go
your friend’s grip is strong enough to break the door open
i want nick
i have a goal
nick is no longer in the room
nothing but anger and hands and spinning
we are leaving
you don’t want to go
where is he
your friend gets impatient
pushes you toward the door
you steal one last beer for the road
you left your beanie on the couch but you don’t care
the boy was the night
the night is gone”—baby, you are worth so much more than this.
“He is not a constellation.
You should not wish to be the cigarette touching his lips.
He will not appear through the fog and heal your wounds.
Only you can do that.
So get out of bed and put on some lipstick.
Stop falling at his feet.
Save yourself.”—(via theloversanddriftersclub)