- Me (via fuckfeargivemefreedom)
In ancient Rome; men found guilty of rape had their testicles crushed between two stones.
Personally, I think they should start doing this again
Anonymous asked: what kind of girls are you attracted to? :3
she has weed stems and bits of glitter in her rainbow, snarly hair. she smells like a garden… jasmine and lavender and herbs and earth and roses and rabbit ghosts. she has freckly shoulders and knees, warm skin— dark or pale, a pierced face, and forest eyes. she dresses like the back of a closet and leaves lipstick prints on cigarettes. she dances with teacups filled with wine and whispers cosmic lullabies in my ear while nibbling my neck. she braids flowers in my hair and draws third eyes on my face. she throws her clothes on the flower, sings in the bath, listens to heart-curdling, whimsical harmonies over coffee or tea. she has a sickly sweet mind with a dark side. her head is either lost in a book or a garden, she is good natured to strangers, she eats like a bird, and drinks like a fish. she surprises me with ghost stories and princess treasures. she works hard, loves hard, plays hard, cries hard, dreams hard, and lives hard. she loves spells and buddha and fish and shrooms as much as i do. she runs away with me to the graveyard, where we feed animals and make up fairytales about the bones under our feet. she aches to travel… she wants to ride wild horses and put footprints in the mountains. she worships the full moon, and we make tree forts and blanket forts and secret cults and cacti coven together. she blesses mead, grows her own herbs, makes jewelry, and creates art in everything she does. she is humble but gorgeous and smart and interesting. she curls up with me like we’re yin and yang kittens, as we put spells on stars, drink and smoke ourselves into a stupor, read faerytales, sing songs about heartbreak, kiss noses and ears, share stories with ghosts, and fall asleep under the ocean.