(Fuente: cotea)

via visualkpop (originally cotea)

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My throat will always
burn
from engulfed flames
I spit fire
I spit acid
my words aim to kill.

There will always be scars.
Some things
cannot
should not
be removed.
Some things
remind us
why we have survived,
why we keep
surviving.

My fingers will always
shake
but I am not a weak girl.
My stomach will always churn

but I am not a weak girl.

Michelle K., Weakness. (via michellekpoems)

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Do not write poems
about my lips.
Two soft slivers of peaches
created for you
and you alone
to kiss.
Omit the fact that they are
fire-blown
and spit bullets.

Do not write poems
about my hips.
Thick flesh
devours you.
Please.
They break for sons,
bend for daughters,
I hold a universe of my own
between them.

Do not write poems
about my hands.
Do not tell fools
they were molded
perfectly
to fit into yours.
You will bend your fingers
to interlace with my
unmoving mountains.

Do not write poems
about me,
do not inspire myths
to defend my honor
or inspire my femininity.

I am more
than your simple
uninspired
words.

Michelle K., Do Not Write Poems… (via michellekpoems)

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40/ “Let’s live while doing things we like.”

via blondejongin (originally layvuitton)

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DO NOT edit | dawn chaser

(Fuente: fyeahimjinah)

via kiimochii (originally fyeahimjinah)

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