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Dec 28, 2015 / 87,024 notes

I am 16. I’m dancing to my favorite pop song at my friends birthday party when a boy whose name I do not even know comes over and slaps my ass. My face flushes with redness and I sit down for the rest of the night avoiding the eyes of everyone in the room.

Later, I ask him why he thought it was okay to invade my body without my consent. He says it was a joke.

I don’t laugh.

I am 12. Every girl in my grade is dragged to the school’s auditorium, where we are told that ‘dressing like sluts’ in ninety degree will not be tolerated, and that we will get two detentions if anyone finds our clothing distracting. 

Later, I find out that, while we were being lectured on our own bodies, all of the boys stayed in their homerooms and watched a movie, because ‘It’s natural for boys to get aroused, the girls are the ones that have to cover up, they’re causing a problem and taking away from the education of others.’ 

I don’t understand any of it.

I am 7.  I stand up at bat in gym class and blatantly miss the hollow plastic ball that is thrown in my direction. The whole class bursts out laughing. ‘You hit like a girl,’ one of the boys hollers to me.

Later, I ask my female gym teacher why hitting ‘like a girl’ is a bad thing. She smiles at me sympathetically as she says ‘Honey, it just is.’

I don’t smile back.

I am a girl, and since the day I was born, my gender has become synonymous to weakness, incapability, and inadequacy.

And that isn’t fucking okay (via clinginess)

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Dec 28, 2015 / 250,753 notes
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Aug 7, 2015 / 1,014 notes
I hope one day it hits you. I hope on a Sunday afternoon, you sit on your bed, stare at a wall and forget how to feel. I hope that what everyone told you, about how I kept breaking down to the sound of your name and about how I couldn’t go ten minutes in a conversation without bringing you up, finally registers with just how much I cared about you and how much I wanted it to work. I hope you sit there for hours thinking about calling me and apologizing; wondering if I’d be asleep, out with friends or with the family. god, I hope that it gets to the point you start crying and you get so angry and mad at yourself for what you did to me. I hope you see me in school walking down the halls not looking at you because I realized at some point you were never going to be looking back. I hope you break down. I hope your friends are assholes and make fun of you. I hope my brother asks you what is wrong and you tell him you fucked up. I hope he says you have to stay the fuck away from me. because not a month ago it was me in that position. I hope you try and talk to me and I speak to you as if you are the world again. I hope it tears you up in side how you can see my eyes still bright up like that. I hope I have the strength not to go back to you, but I hope you come back to me.
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Jun 15, 2015 / 9,379 notes
i want to know your birthday and your parents jobs and if you ever heard them fighting or having sex and if you love your siblings and the worst fight you’ve ever gotten into and if you like one sibling more than the other and what you wanted to be when you grew up when you were seven and your dream vacation and the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you and if you’ve been to therapy and if it helped and the hardest thing you’ve experienced and how you overcame it and if you like what you see when you look in the mirror and if you think appearances matter in a relationship or at all and your favorite movie and which books changed your life and the hardest you’ve ever cried and which grandparent you loved the most and if the words “we need to talk” make you sick to your stomach and why and which holiday is your favorite and which season and which color and if you like rain and if you’re scared of dying and if you believe in god and if you have allergies and to what and what your favorite food is and restaurant and if you like to cook and whether or not you care about cleanliness and what your political views are and if you’re a feminist and favorite flower and song and if you’d rather own a cat or a dog and if you’d shave off all your hair to give it to a little girl going through chemotherapy and where you’d like to live and honeymoon and what kind of gum and candy you like and what you act like when you’re mad and if you’d rather someone buy you silver or gold jewelry or neither and what clique you were in in high school and what you think your spirit animal is and which flower you’d be and who you admire and which traits you wish were more dominant and if you ever worry you’re a shitty person and what hurt you the most and why you ever thought you were worthless and how someone can make you feel better when you’re sad and if you prefer hugs or kisses and what your house looks like and what your dream car is and which celebrity you think lives the most tragic life and why you think people become so cold and what you think about nature vs nurture and if you believe in heaven and aliens and mermaids and reincarnation and the bible and which feeling is your least favorite and what was the best day you ever had and what would be the best day and if you see yourself as the protector or one who needs protecting and how you deal with your pain and what you would do if you had 100 million dollars and if you think wealth affects people’s morals and what good you think writing is and if you could do it all over, would you and what would you change and what mistake was your biggest and which language you wish you spoke fluently and how many people you’ve loved and if you loved the person you lost your virginity to and if you realize you’re remarkable and what your enneagram is and how you think we could improve the education system and what you think of people who commit suicide and if you think they’re selfish and what would you say to them before they did it if you could and what your favorite memory of your childhood is and how you take your tea or if you prefer coffee and when you last wrote someone a handwritten letter and what the best gift you ever received was and what the best piece of advice was and when was the last time you cried and if you’re competitive about board games and which is your favorite and if you feel pressured to settle down and what you notice first in a person and what your top three pet peeves are and if you have any phobias and what you’ve always wanted to do but don’t have the courage to go through with and what you do when you feel overwhelmingly sad and if you ski and if plastic surgery was 100% safe and painless, would you get it and where and why and where you think home is and if you think politeness is important and what you think of indecisive people and if you think there’s ever a reason to go to war and something that scares you and if you believe in therapy and what you want in life and what you look for in a partner and what you want to change about yourself and about the world and who you want to be and who you are. just tell me who you are.

segment of constellations on your wrists by (thewastedgeneration)

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Jun 15, 2015 / 366,096 notes
Apr 16, 2015 / 7 notes

fuckitgoforit:

Whisper to me what your mind is screaming. Come in closer, so close that our bodies can feel each other’s heat. So that I can hear the fast paced rhythm of your panic ridden heart beat. Hold my hand and caress my cheek, so that I can feel the softness of your flesh against mine. Hold me, so tightly that I know what’s coming is inevitable but that I can try and ignore it for the second that your arms are around me. Kiss me like you did that day on the bridge when the sun was setting and I felt infinite and as if my world was wrapped in a single smile owned by you. Tell me, come as close as you can and tell me that you’re letting me go. Tell me you love me but that you’re not in love with me. And don’t let the tears of guilt slide down the face that will haunt my memories for nights to come. And as my fingers slide out of yours, with streams of pain running down my cheeks don’t look back. Don’t give me slivers of hope to cling to when you’re gone. Let me move on when you do. Don’t give me the smile that I used to melt over and ache over every day. Don’t tell me you’re sorry and that you wished things were different because we both know things could have been but that you weren’t willing to try. Don’t text me that you miss me and that you hope we can still be friends, because we can’t. Because how am I supposed to look at you with a friendly love when all I’m thinking about is your hands sliding down my sides to pull me closer. Our bodies intertwined between the vines of your sheets, my head resting on your bare chest after hours of being one. How am I supposed to look at you without remembering the nights we made forts out of the couch pillows and watched my favorite movie all night long before discussing our ideal universe and our wanted futures? How am I supposed to cope knowing that my heart is breaking and yours is beating perfectly? How am I supposed to know that the person who knew me best did what caused my unspoken problems? How am I supposed to contain the tears every time I see you? The answer is I can’t. I can’t see you without remembering waking up at two when the sky was darker than black and your eyes were on me so that you could “memorize every inch of me”, I can’t hear your voice without remember the pitch you used when you first told me you loved me, and the last when you said you didn’t. I can’t be with you without being with you.

-J.C.M