feministfatales:

i got tagged by fireandragonstone so here are my six selfies!

you’ve probs seen most of them before, they’re mostly days where i had a great time or days where my makeup was stellar or both

i can’t be assed to tag anyone but if you want to do it go ahead!


And they would say
‘She’s such a hungry girl’ but their faces would not fit their words.
I could see their true thoughts –
It is too much – she wants too much –
Eyes too big for her tiny tummy – she wants more than she can handle.

They forgot that I grew up in a cage,
My fingers and face pressed to the glass walls,
Always breaking the illusion of freedom
To those on the other side, who saw the colourful blood
Pushed from my flesh, till I was blueish pale and sickly.
My stomach was so small, but I knew it could stretch.
Then, I was just planning ahead, Designing dreams for the future.

It was a world that demanded so much
From a girl it would never give to.
You must remember it – don’t you remember
It, love? The incessant chime of
Not good enough
Not pretty enough
Not small enough not quiet enough not sweet enough.
Not enough not enough not enough –
Never enough.

And now I am a woman with a flame in my throat
Spitting back the words they used to bind me.
I never used to feel anything – a void of a child, empty and numb – but now –
But now emotion is my addiction.
I want space and stars and power and pain and pleasure.
I
Want
More.

I am a fire running through the forest –
Everything is caught in the blaze,
Until I run out of trees to jump to,
Out of green that I can consume.
I am a sandstorm you will not find your way out of –
You can try to run but your feet will sink
Into the desert dunes and
You will disappear into a cloud of dust.
I am the thing that lurks in your shadow –
Something caught in the periphery
It will be too late when you realise –
I will devour you, darling.

This world is never enough – will never be enough.
I will always ache for more, crave it desperately
Like the last few drops shaken violently from the bottle.

They still say
‘Such a hungry girl’ (although I am eighteen with sharp teeth and curved hips)
But hunger is not the word they should crown me with.
It is not a need that can be satisfied or satiated.
It is want, pure and selfish.
An unappeasable appetite.
The word they want (the word I want) is
More.

"La Fringale" Emma

(via moredistantthanstars)


I get called quiet and shy a lot, and at times i find it incredibly frustrating. It’s not that i’m quiet, it’s that I don’t always have things to say, and I won’t just speak for the sake of it. I know this makes it sound like I am shy/quiet, but it’s not. I just it frustrating to be constantly told i’m one thing, when I know i’m not. 

I’m aware this is barely even a problem, it’s just annoying. 


chrisze:

Every group who lived together in Brazil had their own little ‘cheography’ while walking on stage

(via warrior-skyscraper)


but did you see ronaldo and khedira’s reaction to pepe’s red card

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"typical pepe"

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(via mullerreus)


what really happend in the night germany’s national team won the world cup..


mullerreus:

I love Thomas Müller

mullerreus:

I love Thomas Müller


attahcment:

okay so does anyone know where this is from??? i have found the backstage video once, but i can’t find it anymore PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME

attahcment:

okay so does anyone know where this is from??? i have found the backstage video once, but i can’t find it anymore PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME


german-national-team:

Thomas Müller wearing a Dirndl

german-national-team:

Thomas Müller wearing a Dirndl


footballerhousehusband:

Don’t know what he’s doing.

footballerhousehusband:

Don’t know what he’s doing.