movies that need to happen: Black Widow (2014)
“Do you know what it’s like to be unmade?”
I feel like this photo set sums up the entire series. The men talk about doing shit; the women get shit done.
Reblogging for the comment ^^^
I don’t even watch the series and I’m reblogging for the comment.
I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist.
It’d bring me great joy.
I’m 6’2 and weigh 180lbs
ready when you are
it’s okay if the only time you were happy in the past five days was when you watched the sun slowly rise over two hours from your kitchen window.
go to the neighborhood bar and order a veggie burger and a narragansett. braid your hair in two long plaits that fall on either side of your face. wear your beanie. bring a copy of written on the body which you won’t finish. in the back room, there are three white boys playing pool. you recognize them from the coffee shop you go to. sit with them and eat your burger and fries. chug your narragansett. when they ask if you want to smoke a cigarette with them, say yes, then leave. don’t look back.
it’s getting cold these days and your room feels too big for you. sometimes you have trouble waking up. sometimes you wear the same thing over and over again, think of it as approaching perfection. variations on a theme. black pants, black boots, black sweater, leather jacket, you are merely waiting for your final form. you are growing into your power.
eat the bruised fruit, the apples with soft spots that have gone too sweet and mealy. drink whiskey and almond milk and beer. cut your bangs. dye your hair with bleach from the 24-hour pharmacy, while you are dyeing it, walk around in thigh-high stockings, running shorts, and an ex’s t-shirt. it will come out strange. own it. line your eyes so dark they seem like two pits. they are two pits. you are a giant pit. you will destroy what destroys you.
flirt with whoever looks your way and seems worthy. do not acknowledge anyone who does not interest you. make eye contact and do not break it. do not be afraid of growing quiet and strange. do not be afraid of the middle darkness. do not be afraid of being feared. no one is good enough for you. you must be your own saint and savior.
learn to be alone. grow strong in your aloneness, cultivate it like a fruit. listen to the music you are ashamed to play in public. cover your body in fragrant oil. brood. read about magic. look up your star chart. learn how to write curses. make an evil eye, tie it on your wrist. you are sad, but you are also dangerous. the teeth of your sadness align like a zipper, close them. bite down.
and meanwhile, the moon continues to hide her face behind a cloak of dark grey clouds. and meanwhile, you smoke too much and leave your cigarette butts on the ground. keep your hands warm. keep your hair tangled. drink water. sleep at strange hours.
you are pure magic. you are made of stardust. your mouth is a void. your sadness threatens to engulf you. but every day you make yourself more strange and powerful. in your photographs that you take of yourself you begin to recognize who you are becoming. you glow. you glow.