boy, i am a fucking hurricane, deceptive, girl-shaped destruction, “uncontrollable” in the never-fucking-guessed-she-had-it-in-her kind of way; people say “small” and i say “give me the fucking space to grow,” i am growing and learning from my mistakes that a girl has no-one but herself in this teeth-for-words world. bite on this: every time i am cut down, i will tie the branches of my body back together again; every time you block my sunlight, i will make my own. fragility is a concept you hold between forefinger and thumb, and i’d be all too happy to shatter it.
— WARNING: FRAGILE. Please Handle With Care. (via ahprodithe)