itsthatunique:

“Let me say how sorry I am for all the pain that I have caused you.”                                                                                            “You don’t need to tell me how sorry you are.”

lukas-musings:

         “Don’t bring a knife to a gunfight” is stupid. 

                                                           I’ll bring a knife to any fight
                                                                      And I’ll
ᴡɪɴ
                                                                  Fuck all of you

There is a rebel in me – the Shadow-Beast. It is a part of me that refuses to take orders from outside authorities. It refuses to take orders from my conscious will, it threatens the sovereignty of my rulership. It is that part of me that hates constraints of any kind, even those self-imposed. At the least hint of limitations on my time or space by others, it kicks out with both feet. Bolts.

Gloria Anzaldúa, from “Movimientos de rebeldía y las culturas que traicionan,” Borderlands/La Frontera: The New Mestiza (via lifeinpoetry)

unholybcnes:

“Here’s to us, the rotten children: They made us into violence. Your bones, your skin, it’s all been turned into ash. Here’s to us, those born of violence, turned into a war-ground.”

We are beauty and fire; ash we may be, but we are stronger than them. (CNS)