disenchanted*

Status: I miss you every day. 💔
Joined: July 9, 2012
Last Seen: 6 hours
Birthday: December 31
user id: 316083
Location: Louisiana
Gender: F
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)
i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)

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Quotes by disenchanted*

       

         
women were
      ALWAYS THE CRUELEST      
where OTHER WOMEN WERE CONCERNED.
 

 






We as women are trained to see ourselves as cheap imitations of fashion photographs, rather than seeing fashion photographs as cheap imitations of women.



 






Tampon commercial, detergent commercial, maxi pad commercial, windex commercial – you'd think all women do is clean and bleed.



 






Smile, girl. You're too pretty to let your own feelings interfere with my viewing pleasure.



 





Beauty or brains?
F.uck that, it’s not a dichotomy. Let’s not act like mascara glues girls eyes so shut that they can’t read a word of Dickens or solve a trig problem. Let’s talk about how no boy has ever been asked if he’d rather get his Bachelor’s or get married; no boy has ever been told that he’s too handsome to run for office. So why cover up my t.its so you can take me seriously? Beauty or brains? I’ll take ‘em all, thanks.





Have some self respect
literally has nothing to do with me. It’s about you rating and weighing my behavior against a two-dimensional caricature of a woman that you think deserves basic decency. I respect myself. What you mean is ‘please conform to my personal, rigid beliefs of what I deem acceptable for a woman because it’s up to me to decide who deserves to be treated like a human being or not based entirely on meaningless socialized and sexist values.’

Men fight wars.
Women win them.

   Women feel more guilt than men, not because of some weird chromosomal issue but because they have a history of being blamed for other people’s behavior. You get hit, you must have annoyed someone; you get r.aped, you must have excited someone; your kid is a junkie, you must have brought him up wrong.

                        I'm a statue, cold and numb; don't waste 
YouR ToucH.

When love becomes
The one thing you can't trust
The stars start falling down
In silver trails of dust

The atmosphere above
Is a glimmer of what it was

The moon reflects the sun
Like a memory of us

When the sky fell down
It shattered on the ground.