There’s a voice stuck inside the kitchen drain and it’s asking for you.
All you wanted was a small country
for your airplane heart to land in.
A house big enough for all your ghosts to sleep soundly.
A place to put the tremble in you.
You unburied your mistakes and this is what you’re left with.
Dirt in places you can’t reach.
You should have known it would be this way.
That it would hurt the way it always does
when you break yourself like a dream
you can’t mosaic back together.
Baby, I know how bad it is.
You still haven’t figured out a way to forgive yourself for the nights
you treated your body like jailhouse.
So you spend your days
punishing the prisoner inside of you
and waiting for calls from people
who don’t deserve your voice.
So you forget your mother’a kindness
and forget the phone numbers of people who could have loved you.
You can’t help but think
that it was supposed to be
better than this.
That you were supposed to be
be the one made of fire.
Made of something bigger than the hurt.
Baby, everything is still so cold,
and winter doesn’t know how
to tell you that it’s not your fault this time.
I wish I could have been the one to
take it all out of you.
To put the ache into a box and send it away.
But your hands are the only ones
strong enough to carry the hurt.
The only ones strong enough to pull it out until it doesn’t exist anymore.
—Y.Z, lullaby promise (via rustyvoices)
whenever i try and learn something new
- me: It seems that I am not immediately excellent at this
- me: it is because I am a failure
- me: everything I touch dies
Queen Hatshepsut of Ancient Egypt. She has a lovely smile for someone who’s been dead for thousands of years.
she wasn’t a queen. she was a pharaoh and wanted to be referred to as such. she even had her statues modeled after the male pharaoh’s statues to state her dominance and authority. she was actually one of the most successful pharaohs in all of ancient egyptian history and she reigned longer than any other woman in power in egypt.
damn no wonder she died and smiled for a trillion years afterwards
The fact that we know about her is marvelous.
the next Pharaoh after her Tuthmosis III tried to erase Hatshepsut out of history ,chiseled her name off her monuments ,covered the text on her obelisks with stone,knocked down and defaced her statues .
she was even left off the list of pharaohs ..talk about some patriarchy bullshit
her name was lost for a couple of millennia, her body was found in a unmarked grave in early twentieth century
sad part is in Egyptian belief is if your are forgotten in the living world you don’t exist in the afterlife,so he was trying to kill her even in death
My best friend throwing down some herstory. A+ commentary
She wore a fake beard, you guys.
She was the fucking boss.
If we remember her now does that save her from an awful afterlife?
I’m just picturing the Kemetic afterlife. All the Pharaohs are hanging out in some kind of swanky club, drinking and congratulating each other on being bros.
The doors slam open and Hatshepsut strides in, glorious, robes swirling, rocking the fake beard and the insane amounts of wealth and power. “Miss me, bitches?”
"Surprise Bitch, I bet you thought you’d seen the last of me."