This is a confession: I didn’t really want to go to your birthday party.
I know that the summer sun treats you well but short sleeves and I don’t usually like each other and besides you’re always the most important person at every event and always talking to a million other people besides me and I just have to stand there and force a smile while patiently waiting the appropriate amount of time before I can make an excuse and leave so instead of being as pumped up as you were I kind of just sighed and steeled myself for another loud and awkward night
but it turned out to be pretty quiet and you and I got nicely tipsy without anyone trying to get us to chug things and we sat on your swingset and talked about the good times and you leaned your head on my shoulder and said “Thank god you came. I love everyone but they wear me out. You’re my only real friend, you know?” and I think those words got me higher than any drug ever could because I couldn’t stop smiling after.
This is a confession: I think that was the night I started to fall in love.
This is a confession: The times when I turned you down and told you I was too tired to go to the movies were usually because I’d been up all night trying to figure out what the fuck was going on in my heart because more and more often I’d find myself stuck on the idea of you as if you were a thorn except the pain was kind of good but at the same time laced with guilt I mean you were my friend and if this was just some dumb crush I could get over it and it wouldn’t even effect what we had but god forbid it got bigger inside of my chest because if it did then I was really in for trouble since that meant I could actually mess things up between us so yes every time you asked me “do you wanna hang today” the answer was always “absolutely” but half the time I had to be like “no say no give yourself time to get over this” it never really worked but I felt like a better friend.
This is a confession: I drop everything I’m supposed to hold onto tight but for some reason no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t lose my grip on you.
By the time we’d spent a year just being best friends I had figured out that maybe I just felt deeper about you than anyone else only because you were the sun to me, you were the reason that I’d be happy, you were what I was looking forwards to no matter what else I had that day so I just assumed maybe that’s what close friends do but
one day you left on vacation and for a solid two weeks I didn’t hear from you because neither of us could afford the roaming charges and those two weeks basically defined everything for me because I’d missed people before but this was nothing like that, this was as if I was missing my other half and when you came back the first and only thing I wanted was to kiss you like crazy and while we were hugging I realized just how fucked I was because my only thought was to say “I missed you, my love” and good god but in that moment did I wish we were something more than just being good friends and
This is a confession: I don’t hug you anymore because I think it’s unfair to you because it means so much more to me. I don’t jokingly say “I love you babe” because I’m afraid my voice will crack and when the words hit the air they will ring with truth. I don’t say stuff like “honey” or “sweetheart” or “darling” around you because you’ve always been able to read me like a book and maybe one of these pet names will actually show you what you mean to me.
This is a confession: I didn’t even want to go to your birthday party. I didn’t want to fall in love with you. I didn’t want to fuck this up because it’s the most important thing in my life and when I inevitably ruin it with my stupid heart and stupid crush and stupid need for you, it’s gonna break me. And last night when we were both drunk and laughing and you were lying beside me I was so close to telling you the truth that I started shaking and when later you whispered “confess something” I almost snapped like a twig into tiny pieces and instead just started laughing and made up something like “I failed my last test” but
This is my confession: I’m never gonna tell you any of this.”
do u ever wonder how many people’s dreams you have been in
I just have bad habits I guess
like i chew on my nails no matter how old
i get and i know it makes me look thoughtless
but wait until you see how often
i gnaw on my lips
because i’m basically addicted
maybe i’m just trying to tear off the
last bits of skin
that felt your kiss
and sometimes i take cold showers
or refuse to towel off and even though
i hate not being warm it’s because
my brain gets stuck on some ideas like
burning a few extra calories without
trying very hard
kind of like how it got stuck on the idea
that you might still love me even after
all the pretty wore off
and i have a habit of panicking about times
like i can’t be late to anything or my body becomes
an explosion and my words become
you were the first person i would have rather spent
those five extra minutes with like i would have
shown up late to everything if it meant
just a couple continued moments of us
lying quiet in our bed
and i like reading more than some people and
i will try to pet every dog i come across
and i am just really awful at crossing streets
like for no reason my timing with that is actually
horrifying and i like to touch every water feature
around me even if it’s in some highclass lawyer place
where they frown at you for running your fingers
across their wall fountain and occasionally i spend
like an embarrassing amount of time in my pajamas
and i always procrastinate no matter what i have
for homework and i also have this thing where
i second-guess everything i do
but by far my worst habit
is not being able
to stop loving you.
"He left without a reason or saying goodbye and I can’t breathe." /// (r.i.d)
tru friends ignore each other’s acne
True friends point that shit out.
there is no such thing as sexism but here are the places you can bite a boy if he hurts you, here is where you can kick back and find a soft place on his body, here is how to shove keys between your fingers like they were tiger teeth, here is how you take a hit so you can deal a hit, here is the number you call if he ever hits you, here is how to pack your bags if he ever hits you, here is how to feel whole after he hits you, here is how to stitch up your friends when they come to you covered in blood, here is how you stitch up yourself again, here is how to tell if your drink has something in it, here is how to take another girl home if her drink has something in it, here is how much to drink so you still have your wits about you, here is how to take brightly lit streets home no matter how sober you are, here is how to check the back seat of your car, here is how not to get pregnant because you know your boy is the type to abandon you, here is how to be okay if he only loves you for giving him kids, here is where to go if you’re pregnant and alone, here is where to go if you’re pregnant and don’t want to be, here is how to hold your head up when you walk through the crowd who calls you a murderer, here is how to respond when the person who touches you is your boss, here is how to respond when the person who touches you is the person you love, here is how to react when they hang out of their windows to honk at you, here is how to react when you are approached in a bar and he won’t leave you alone, here is how to react when you are approached in a library and he won’t leave you alone, here what you say if he tells you how you dress means you are asking for it, here is what you say if he tells you that how you dress means you’re not a girl suddenly, here is what to say if he tells you your sex determines your gender, here is what to say if he tells you his sex could turn you straight, here is what to say if he puts a slur about your skin into your name, here is what to say when he tells you that all women are the same, here is how to be able to cook for when he expects you to, here is how to be able to order take-out if you cannot, here is how you balance a checkbook and a baby on your hip, here is how to poison him if he ever suggests being a mother isn’t work, here is how to get work, here is how to stay thin, here is how to stay sane while trying to get thin, here is how to be beautiful -
'but what if i don’t wanna be beautiful, what if i just wanna do beautiful things?'
- here is how you do both, here is how you vote to keep the rights to your body, here is how you protest when you do not have the rights to your own body, here is how you include everyone in the term ‘feminism,’ here is how to feel like a dragon when you’re too scared to breathe, here is how you kiss a girl and mean it, here is when not to kiss a girl just because he asks for it, here is how to avoid kissing him, here is how to curl your hands into fists, here is how to keep your voice even, here is how to keep your voice even when he says women are only imagining how bad it is, here is how to shrink down on subway systems, here is how to take up less and less space, here is how to get good grades, here is what to say when he tells you that your good grades are because you slept with the teacher, here is what to say when he calls you overly emotional, here is what to say when he calls you frigid, here is how to succeed even though they expect nothing of you, here is what you say if he declares his opinion is hurting no one - you tell him this whole list, baby, and then some.”
— “I hate sexism.” /// r.i.d (inkskinned)
tru friends ignore each other’s acne
True friends point that shit out.. Oops
i said a swear once and next thing you know i was doing meth
Anonymous said: Do you think that your relationship is only about sex?
Oh god no. Sex is a super awesome part of our relationship, but not at all the focus. My boyfriend is my best friend and number one cuddle partner. We have lovely conversations about important things and sometimes silly things and we create together and we go places and watch things and eat food and snuggle and have all sorts of fun, and also have dynamite sex.
Rape has become endemic in South Africa, so a medical technician named Sonette Ehlers developed a product that immediately gathered national attention there. Ehlers had never forgotten a rape victim telling her forlornly, “If only I had teeth down there.”
Some time afterward, a man came into the hospital where Ehlers works in excruciating pain because his penis was stuck in his pants zipper.
Ehlers merged those images and came up with a product she called Rapex. It resembles a tube, with barbs inside. The woman inserts it like a tampon, with an applicator, and any man who tries to rape the woman impales himself on the barbs and must go to an emergency room to have the Rapex removed.
When critics complained that it was a medieval punishment, Ehlers replied tersely, “A medieval device for a medieval deed.”
- Half the Sky, Nicholas Kristof
REBLOGGING THIS. x1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000
A medieval device for a medieval deed - yes.
This is perfect
BLESS THIS PERSON
I BOW TO THIS INTENTION
Can we talk about how beautifully this turns rape culture on its head? Instead of “If they weren’t dressed like that they wouldn’t have been raped” THIS IS LITERALLY “IF THEY HADN’T TRIED TO RAPE SOMEONE THEY WOULDN’T HAVE SPIKES IN THEIR DICK”*
That bold bit~
Literally me when I hurt people
oh god oh god oh god im so sorry is it here did i hurt you here oh god im so sorry friend
OMG AT THE END WHEN HE JUST SCOOPS THE CAT’S HEAD TO HIS CHEST. FUCK.
I will reblog this until the day I die