Small Town Girl

Repeat after me:

You are not an excuse.
You are not an apology.
You are not a distraction.
You are not an error in judgment.
God dammit if I have to be a mistake
then let it be by my own undoing.

Repeat after me:

I am not just another mistake.
I am not his mistake.
I am not somebody’s mistake.
I am not your mistake to make.

I am a woman. And this is my body,
it is not yours to touch.
And this is my soul,
it is not yours to break.
And this is my heart,
it is not yours to toy with.
I was not made - by God, the universe,
and the demons eating my insides -
to cure you of your loneliness.

If you want me,
have all of me
or none at all.

If you want me,
or walk the fuck away.

Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | I Am Not A Mistake (via surfandwrite)
Tell me about fairytales
about princesses
about girls without a home.
Tell me about knights in shining armor
who’d make sure you were never alone.

Tell me about kings and queens
about parents
who would not love you any less.
Tell me about gentlemen
who’d wine and dine you
not just ‘cause
they want to see you undress.

Tell me about fairy godmothers
about genies
about angels that watch from above.
Tell me about believing in magic,
tell me about true love.

Tell me about witches and villains
about the heroes that’d save the day.
Tell me about music and laughter
about friends who’d always stay.

Tell me about happy endings
about “happily ever after.”
Tell me about prince charming and how
he’d kill monsters to love me forever.

Take me back to my childhood,
bring back the innocence in my eyes -
back to a heart filled with wonder before
the world taught me
it was all nothing but
Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | Make Believe  (via surfandwrite)

Let’s be honest here -
I am not the girl men fall in love with.
I am the girl that men want to fuck.
I am a conquest. A prize. A show.

I could count on five hundred fingers
the number of people that have professed,
“I like you. You’re different. You’re an interesting girl.”
Apparently I’m not fascinating enough for you
to want to hold for more than a one night stand.

as I finished swimming a sea of blankets
and got left stranded on the shore,
I asked myself:

What’s wrong with me?
What am I doing?
Am I not good enough for anybody?

And right before I could drown again,
the sun woke up and said,

"You are.
You are enough.
Forget the men whose hands have groped your hips
in search for answers to questions
you’ve never even heard of.
Do not settle for people who do not appreciate you,
who do not know how lucky they are.
Remember it is a privilege to be loved by you,
or even just
to be touched by you, and
the warmth of another body does not define your worth.

These men -
they think that they can own you
with their drunken stares and roughened arms, but
I have circled the earth
a thousand times
to feed the light flowing inside your skin.
Do not waste it by illuminating those who
can not even be bothered
to learn your last name.”

So that night when
the moon tried once more to pin me down,
I told him:

I am made of sunlight, crashing waves, and fireworks.
You think you can tame me
and cool my flesh?
I am the girl who plays with matches,
and trust me I play it well.
Lord knows I’ve walked through villages leaving
a pile of destruction in my wake.

My heart is a bushfire
and the next time you try to control me,
darling, make no mistake -

I will burst out and ravage you in flames.


(This isn’t a test.)

Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | For All The Girls With Messy Hearts, And To The Men Whose Skin Have Tasted Mine

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Who wore it better?  



Who wore it better?  



I’m not even sure where to go from here. Heart and mind are both completely confused. I know what’s good for me. But there’s an attachment to the one who makes me feel unwanted. I wish I could understand why there is an attraction there. Why can’t I get rid of those thoughts and move on to someone who is damn good for me? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid…




remember when we found out Neville Longbottom had bigger balls than anyone else in the HP series

remember how Dumbledore told us this in the very first book, but no one believed him



im aiming for the “shes a badass and cute as hell but I wouldn’t touch her without asking” look