Think about the first name you were ever called,
and then think how long it took until
you got called a pussy
or a slut,
or a bitch,
or a whore,
all of which are words that fall too close to ‘girl.’
Think about the first time you got called a ‘girl’
and they said it with a sneer.
Like it was a bad thing.
For a boy, it is the lowest degradation to get called a girl.
For a girl, it is the lowest degradation to get called a girl.
Remember, black widow spiders and female praying mantises eat their partners after intercourse.
Remember, it’s the lionesses who hunt.
They come back with bloody muzzles, dragging bloated carcasses as the alpha lion strides around with his mane puffing out.
Remember, it’s only the female mosquitoes who drink blood.
We’re the ones who do the necessary work, dirty our hands,
fuck or fight or both.
We’re often the smaller sex, which makes us a harder target
as we slink close and sink our teeth in.
Remember: we’re deadly.
You should be proud to be called a girl.”
— 'Most Female Killers use Poison,' theappleppielifestyle (via flannel)
For a long time, you told me to stop getting so wound up over the little things, to stop dipping into misery, and even to stop being such a psycho.
And for a long time, I thought there was something wrong with me.
You made me feel like I wasn’t normal.
That I can’t be loved because I’m too emotional and sensitive and, apparently, psychotic.
But that’s not it.
The truth is, you should have accepted me for all that I was, even my stubbornness and stropping and, yes, okay, maybe I took things to heart too much. But that is all a part of me. A big part, perhaps, but then that’s even worse.
You should have been the one to make things better. To lift me up. To change my mood.
But you never did. Instead, you brought me down.
And the moral of this tragic little story is, one day, I will find somebody who makes me better. And I will be so happy and it will be fantastic. And you will wonder how it happened.
And I’ll tell you. Maybe it wasn’t my moods.
Maybe it was just you. You never understood me at all.”
— (via your-daisyfreshgirl)
Tidying my room and changing the sheets definitely counts as a full body workout.
— Unknown (via ittybitty-world)
English Cream Dachshund
I have never thought about it in this context
that’s actually really, really creepy.
I once pointed this out to my mother and she just stared at me, in stunned silence for ages.
There will always be a girl who is less sober, less secure, with less friends walking in a darker part of town. I want her safe just as much as I want me safe.
"The Third Task," Goblet of Fire
I love Fleur Delacour, okay? See the boy. Want the boy. GET THE BOY. KEEP THE BOY FOREVER AND DON’T CARE IF THE BOY GETS MAULED BY A WEREWOLF.
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