What I meant was, I wanted our hipbones to hold hands
while I take your lungs out to dinner. Dance with your

sunburned arms while I keep pretending that I am the moon
that pulls your tides back into place. The sea

would have been so jealous of the salt lines we leave behind
after dancing to the waves. I wanted you, and your left hand

tracing my backbones’ steering wheel to home. Your right hand,
a mailbox with endless love letters, on top of my knee,

I do not always have time to write back to, and still. You are so still.
What I meant was, I never should have taken these parts for granted

if they could have been the parts that kept us whole. We could
take each other’s toes on a walk on side street alleys and kiss

on benches full of thumbprints of no one we know. We could
do so much more, if we only we had taught of it before.

Kharla M. Brillo, An Anatomy of Regrets  (via pouvoires)




Josh Thomas talks about male suicide

I wonder how feminists will react to this

Probably ignore it then go back to making male tears mugs and gifs 

Actually this is a very common idea among feminists

It’s something feminists have been talking about for years it’s called toxic masculinity and it’s one of the common threads among the topic of ‘Patriarchy hurts men too’. If fact the first time I read about toxic masculinity was on a feminist blog.

If you actually read things feminists talk about instead of straw manning them you might know this but OH WELL