if i ever get a horse im naming it lana del neigh
Steph. 19. New Zealand.
I like flowers and pretty things. Sometimes :/ Make up your own mind
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stages of feelings for frederick chilton:
- wow he’s a dick
- serves him right, i hope he dies
- what?? you’re supposed to be dead. shut up about your kidney already.
but that is a pretty sexy pimp cane.
- i feel nothing but complete apathy for you
- wow that was actually kind of funny
- i like this guy
- oh shit
I am all wrath and sorrow now, your honor.
My cupped breasts are witnesses—victims.
I call my flesh squeezed and florid
like grapefruits to the stand.
I call my bony elbows, my knees scraped
and peeled like mango strips.
I call my ragged clothing. Let my jeans tell you
about violation, how a pair of strangers jimmied
their way in, how the walls quivered,
how safety has ceased to exist since he was here.
The words “no” and “stop” lodged in my throat
like my neck was wearing a noose.
My body is a foreign country now, your honor.
A barren land—a place he went to cleanse himself,
his venom left in me like cancer.
I find him guilty of trespassing.
I find him guilty of theft.
I find him guilty of vandalism.
He is somewhere with a gory smile
smeared across his face like lipstick, because
freedom is serene.
I find him guilty of attempted murder, your honor.
Here. Here I am,
all slaughter floors and shooting ranges,
and I am standing. I survived." - N.B., “Survivor” (via softletters)