“We always see our worst selves. Our most vulnerable selves. |
We need someone else to get close enough to tell us we’re wrong. Someone we trust.”
when you grow up as a girl, the world tells you the things that you are supposed to be: emotional, loving, beautiful, wanted. and then when you are those things, the world tells you they are inferior: illogical, weak, vain, empty. the world teaches you that the way you exist in it is disgusting — you watch boys cringe backward in your dorm room when you talk about your period, blue water pretending to be blood in a maxi pad commercial. it is little things, and it is constant. in a food court in a mall, after you go to the gynecologist for the first time, you and your friend talk about how much it hurts, and over her shoulder you watch two boys your age turn to look at you and wrinkle their noses: the reality of your life is impolite to talk about. the world says that you don’t have a right to the space you occupy, any place with men in it is not yours, you and your body exist only as far as what men want to do with it. at fifteen, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. at almost thirty, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met still somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. they are children. they are children.
This is why you cant trust women, even when theyre mouth is closed theyre still lying to you
you do realize that this is really hurtful right?
i did not do this to show how i am ‘lying’ to men or anyone, it’s not about how you, as a man, should feel about it - it’s about myself.
to me your statement sounds as if the left side of this picture is something awful or horrible. and no, it’s not. it is my face - with and without makeup. and whether i chose to wear it or not is MY AND JUST MY decision. and when i do, i do it for myself - so that i feel good about myself - not for you.
These guys, who dress up as popular comic book heroes and such, went to visit this little four year-old boy when he was dying from cancer. And at his funeral, they took off their masks while they carried his coffin, so to honor him.
I’m about to cry now.
Feel super fucking uncomfortable. This is weird as fuck.
lmaoooo i got my period today so while Catching Fire tomorrow I’m going to flood the whole theatre awesome
BY FLOOD I MEAN WITH MY TEARS NOT WITH MY BLOOD OH GOD
Kids in 2000 will still be listening to The Beatles.
oh my fucking god im like crying
I have never noped so hard in my whole life
This seriously just made me sob.
I can’t stop crying now oh my god.
I didn’t want to cry today fuck this post goddammit…
Nope. Nope. Nope
Bought myself three new books. Feel much better now. Yay me :) <3