This internal sadness and bitterness will probably never leave my side. Really, I want to confess everything and just let it all go, be free, pursue whatever I want with aggression and confidence. I want to be strong, I want to be happy, I want to be me. One day, I promise myself that I will pick someone and go for a really long night ride. The only thing I will be bringing with me is comfort for the two of us to talk. No alcohol to let loose, no drugs to get temporarily euphoric, no, none of that will be necessary. Instead, I’ll have blankets, pillows, mugs, hot chocolate, tea, homemade broth, and just one other person to share all this and my thoughts. I will cherish the time that he or she gives me and the patience that he or she has to listen to me. It could be a cousin, a girl friend, a guy friend, a brother or sister. I will choose one and I will make sure that it will be someone whom I will not regret opening up to for they will see my demons and angels.Some thoughts may be tainted but I hope that he or she accepts them because it will be me in my purest form. In the end, my only desire is that they appreciate my honesty, are grateful for the trust that I’ve bestowed on them, love me just as much as or more than he or she did before I told him or her, and give me his or her trust.It might sound like a hefty bargain but really, I will not permit any form of calculative thinking between me and the person I choose. If he or she is scared, intimidated, disdainful, reluctant, or seemingly uninterested before I even begin, well, I’m sorry but that means you already lack the potential to connect with me on my deepest level.
can we all look at the smile in the last one
Hugging shorter people and resting your head on theirs
Hugging taller people and having your head against their chest
Hugging people your height and pressing your face against their shoulder
Hugging people and getting picked up by them
Not having people to hug
Giving a hug that comes off as weird
This post describes me in every way
Okay, this is actually what you do if you’re being sexually harassed in any kind of public space. Draw attention to it, preferably pull away and let EVERYONE know that someone is touching you. This will not only get him to get off you but he’ll definitely think about this situation next time he wants to do something like this.
Spreading the word.
My mom and I were talking about this today after hearing about a woman who was molested on a plane who said nothing until she was picked up at the airport by her parents. My mom looked at me and asked what I would do in that situation and I looked her dead in the eye and I told her “it would take me .02 seconds to realize what was going on and yell angrily, and then I would be straight on to bitch slapping him so hard he wouldn’t be able to see the punch I’d throw with the opposite hand”.
She nodded and accepted my salty language like a seasoned sailor.
I’ve had experience with this before, in Prague a group of five girls and I were followed by three men at night. After a while they started yelling at us, the most common being “how much?” Meaning how much we “cost” as prostitutes. Seeing as they weren’t going to stop, I turned on my heel, faced them (which surprised them), spat at their feet and responded with “You couldn’t afford me.” This prompted the other girls to start yelling back at them as well, starting with our spitfire Czech friend to start slinging curses in Czech as she and the rest of the girls came up beside me. Needless to say the men backed off and pretty much fled. They weren’t expecting a fight. It empowered me and encouraged the rest of the girls to yell back too.
I’ve heard that a lot of people don’t know what to do in this situation because they’ve been taught all their lives to be polite and non-aggressive. Keep your heads down or whatever.
Keep in mind that studies have shown that rapists look for victims who won’t fight back.
Remember that nobody has the right to touch you without your consent or harass you, and you have all the right to make the biggest fuss about it that you can possibly make.
Get angry. Be in command.
Unknown (via alesoir)
Azra.T “My Heart is Full of Open Windows.” (via fawun)
I’m so disturbed…when I hear the term fag hag, it sounds like an old woman who is to be repulsed and then after looking it up, I realized…oh they’re talking about me <sigh> yay a new name to add to my repertoire of mocking monikers and thanks people my depression just reached another level. My self-esteem is already low…it’s way below negative now.
Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children (via dylinquent)
I feel very bad nowadays, as i look through old conversations, posts, comments, messages, and more I realized that the people I currently have bad vibes about for no reason well, I’ve figure that I really should not have any cause to hate them because they are nice. It’s probably my skepticism and uptightness. What to do, what to do…the four people who were initially belligerent to me the first time I met them ended up becoming my closest friends (although not all of them would consider me to be in their innermost circle) except now it’s down to three. I share all of my worries and distress with them and they’ve seen me grow with my problems over many years. My best friend of 11 years and two guy friends of 6 years. Here I am now, caring about people whom I never thought I would hold so close to my heart. It’s strange what time can do to a person…I’ve seen their flaws early on and yet have chosen to accept them all the way. I mean if the friendship was not suppose to make it in the beginning but somehow did last this long, that means they’re worth keeping, doesn’t it? They have endured the heat and cold of my personality and I think that is quite a feat hahaha because I can barely bear myself (too temperamental I say).