"Books are meat and medicine
#so fuck you
and flame and flight and flower
steel, stitch, cloud and clout,
and drumbeats on the air."
"Women are socialized to make men feel good. We’re socialized to “let you down easy.” We’re not socialized to say a clear and direct “no.” We’re socialized to speak in hints and boost egos and let people save face. People who don’t respect the social contract (rapists, predators, assholes, pickup artists) are good at taking advantage of this. “No” is something we have to learn. “No” is something we have to earn. In fact, I’d argue that the ability to just say “no” to something, without further comment, apology, explanation, guilt, or thinking about it is one of the great rites of passage in growing up, and when you start saying it and saying it regularly the world often pushes back. And calls you names."
since the year is winding down, I think it’s a good time for this
#i give myself today to wallow
as a preface, i don’t think i’ve ever been this depressed. and i’m allowing myself to feel the full depth of it simply because I don’t have the energy to resist this cloud any longer.
ANYWHO, life really has a way of trampling all over the plans you had for yourself, but i’ve always been told this is the most important time because that means life is giving you something better, moving you in a new direction, etc.
it’s both a humbling and strengthening experience when it becomes apparent:
-who really cares for you and who really just likes the idea of you
- that nothing lasts forever despite how much you wish it would, (RIP Gabby, Dora, and Daisy <3 oh and my childhood, goodbye to that too)
-you have to be your own safe place
-other people’s opinion ain’t shit
2013, it’s safe to say that you have thrown me many curve balls and made me question who exactly it is that I see myself as. Currently, that’s changing daily but I’m grateful to have the awareness to see these changes as they occur.
However, life, you can suck on my (insert genitalia that pleases you most) because tomorrow I will be back to my usual kick-ass self to put you in your rightful place.
"We grew up in the same building, just a few blocks from here."
"When did you first meet each other?"
"I was three. He was five."
"What’s your first memory of him?"
"Him pulling up his eyelids to scare me in the hallway."