This cycle is restarting, the cycle in which you enter my mind and manifest into a constant thought of where you are and what you’re doing at any given moment in time. Now I begin to long for you, the way you look at the floor when you talk and that funky gap in between your two front teeth. Then the dreams follow lasting anywhere from two days to two weeks. Dreams in which we have a brief confrontation, whether it’s passing you by or having conversation so deep I wake up in a haze. They feel like memories. Like you’ve never left me behind. And then it’s all gone. I’ll forget about you and get up for class every morning like you’ve never existed. I’ll have conversations, I’ll go to work and come home to my own responsibilities, and you won’t enter my mind once. Until your brother posts a stupid picture of you on Instagram and I fall right back into it
My favorite thing about feminism is that you literally only have to say the word and BOOM done, men will literally prove your point FOR you
This is not a very feminist point to make. Feminism is in no way about putting ourselves above the opposite gender, it’s about empowering ourselves as individuals, both men and women, to live equally respected in all aspects of life. This is wrong, I highly disagree with this
I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.
"you’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness"