So very drawn to the sweet melodies of your voice.
Every dip and peak of every word you speak;
the tender notes of which you play
My heart’s song.
A song composed
you are the only instrument born to play.
The staccato of my breath in sync
with the swiftness of the kisses you leave.
Your fingertips trickle across my skin covered keys.
|—||Toni Morrison (via crybabysadghost)|
"Exciting is… the feeling in the pit of my stomach, the delicious anxiety of awaiting. You. My only slowly aching temptation. To feel every single breath, every movement you make from across the room, is the slowest burn. The ability at which I restrain my gaze from your smile, your eyes, your lips, is a wonder. The daydreams evoked by the smooth, soft voice, arousing in me a desire for the new, for the you, I’ve never known? The cruelest torture. Living between two worlds,"yet which shall I choose?" The life lived traveled side by side or the life left imagined, desperately hoped for? Ha! Does it matter? either way you are mine…"
[TW: Sexual Assault]
His lips crushed mine, stopping my protest. He kissed me angrily, roughly, his other hand gripping tight around the back of my neck, making escape impossible. I shoved against his chest with all my strength, but he didn’t even seem to notice. His mouth was soft, despite the anger, his lips molding to mine in a warm, unfamiliar way.
I grabbed at his face, trying to push it away, failing again. He seemed to notice this time, though, and it aggravated him. His lips forced mine open, and I could feel his hot breath in my mouth.
Acting on instinct, I let my hands drop to my side, and shut down. I opened my eyes and didn’t fight, didn’t feel… just waited for him to stop.
Twilight: Eclipse p. 331 (Bella and Jacob’s first kiss)
Young women are taught to think of this passage - which describes sexual assault - as erotic. Young men are taught to force their will on young women, regardless of any (non)verbal cues, because sex is conquest and women are objects - not something to be done between two consenting individuals because it’s pleasurable for both people.
tumblr user clockward submitted this to us. read at your leisure.
The lines before that:
He still had my chin—his fingers holding too tight, till it hurt—and I saw the resolve form abruptly in his eyes.
And after he assaulted her she punched him in the face but due to his “super human strength” she broke her hand, said “Don’t touch me!” and then:
“Just let me drive you home,” Jacob insisted. Unbelievably, he had the nerve to wrap his arm around my waist.
I jerked away from him.
When he got in the driver’s side, he was whistling.
AND THEN while he was driving:
“…There is so much I can give you that he can’t. I’ll bet he couldn’t even kiss you like that—-because he would hurt you. I would never, never hurt you, Bella.”
I held up my injured hand.
He sighed. “That wasn’t my fault. You should have known better.”
He grinned over at me. “You kissed me back.”
I gasped, unthinkingly balling my hands up into fists again, hissing when my broken hand reacted.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I did not.”
“I think I can tell the difference.”
“Obviously you can’t——that was not kissing back, that was trying to get you the hell off me, you idiot.”
He laughed a low, throaty laugh. “Touchy. Almost overly defensive, I would say.
I took a deep breath. There was no point in arguing with him; he would twist anything I said.
Then when she gets home, to where her father, Charlie, the police officer, is:
“Why did she hit you?”
“Because I kissed her,” Jacob said, unashamed.
“Good for you, kid,” Charlie congratulated him.
I didn’t read the citation first. I read the quote. I thought I was reading a woman’s account of how she was about to be raped, not a fucking passage from a romance novel.
Crazy… Twiloght is trashhhhh!
When the sun awakes the sky,
Trapped beneath your love, let me be the one.
When flutterbys in your tummy arise,
At the dancing of our eyes….let me be the one.
and as fingers intertwine, opposing ying-yangs attracting mine, let me be the one.
When the future becomes cloudy, the path grows grey and weary, let me be the one.
I dare you.
I wrote this on my birthday… can you say intense?
…in my mind, I can admire,
i can feel and I can want.
what i can’t touch? i desire…
in my mind I can scream
lovely things, beautiful things,
that you can’t hear behind my joking smile…
I’ve heard that every joke’s part truth,
but do you, could you believe that’s true?
Could you take me at my word and
listen and believe that all I want is you?
There are moments of truth in everything thing I say
every word chosen with intention.
as I stand at attention
under your gaze.
You watch so close, so carefully,
and then you look at me and I can’t breathe…
I am proud to say I get butterflies…
p.s…What would you say if I joked you the truth?
P.s.s Natasha Bedingfield had it right dude…
How can you “change” and stay the same? If they old you has died, how can we stand to let it keep haunting our new lives in Christ? Our new lives FOR Christ? “That’s just the way I am…” doesn’t cut it anymore. You were crucified in Him, it’s time to move to the passenger seat and let him Increase. (john 3:30)
Galatians 2:19 “For through the law I died to the law so that I might live for God. 20 I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. 21 I do not set aside the grace of God, for if righteousness could be gained through the law, Christ died for nothing!