It’s ok to miss them from time to time. Just remember why you left. Things that sometimes warm the heart can also poison the spirit.
To the boy who called me frigid:
Sexuality is a fluid thing. It is not a competition.
It is not a race. You may be ready. You may be
making a wooden house amongst the tree tops
whilst I stay lingering at the roots, uncertain.
This does not mean you can belittle me for your own
sexual gratification. This is not my fault.
To the friend who put his arm around me
without my consent: Stop. Stop. Stop.
Do not test me.
My trust does not bend, it only snaps.
I am not your experiment.
I do not owe you my mind, my body, my attention.
Don’t try and hold my hand.
I would rather kiss a frog than you.
Consent requires a firm yes.
That word never left my lips.
To the man who sat too close on the bus:
Don’t ask me how my day has been.
I have the sharpest of claws. Watch me use them.
Every time I heard a car honk on the street I
used to feel like a piece of rubbish to discard.
So violated and small.
Now I rise like a phoenix above the cat calls.
Next time someone makes an unwanted advance,
I will collect the wolf whistles, the arm pinches,
the unwelcome stares,
use them as fuel to gather the gasoline,
douse it all over you,
and set it alight.
my dad just recently learned about “omg”
when your ex tries to make you jealous w someone who ugly af
One nation, under Canada, above Mexico.
with liberty and justice for some
you realize how much effort you make with a person when you don’t text them first for once and they never speak to you again
try and tell me this isnt the cutest thing ever
how am i supposed to forget you when every time i go outside i see things that remind me of you
- garbage cans
- dog shit
- asshole people
- those babies that you want to punch in the face because they wont stop crying no matter what
what’s the point of having soft, non-chapped lips if no one is kissing me
I left a straight white boy at a party and then this happened…