- Learn to put on your bracelets and zip up your dresses by yourself. There will be times when you will be alone.
- Get on a long plane ride. Look out the window. Understand the immensity of our world. Understand your insignificance. Understand your absolute importance.
- Press the send button. If you don’t say it now, you never will.
- Do not sneer at happiness or roll your eyes at sadness. Be aware that apathy is not healthy.
- You are more than the amount of people who want to have sex with you.
- That pit in your stomach when he doesn’t text you back, it shouldn’t be there. No one should be able to control you like that.
- Shopping is cathartic. Buy the shoes and deal with one-ply toilet paper for a while.
- It will get better, but it will never be perfect. Learn to live through the small moments of happiness. When they disappear, remember they will resurface.
- I promise that cookie will not change anything (except that it will make you smile).
- Please, please, take care of yourself. You are everything to somebody. You are everything to your self. That alone is enough.
— things to remember, n.m. (via owlsandwinter)
"I know my being happy is an anomaly. No one knows me better than you. But I can say without avoiding your gaze, without crossing my fingers behind my back; or the other things I do when speaking untruthfully—I am happy. I know the rain does not discriminate between day or night and either will hold its own light and dark—but now, at this very moment, I feel like I am the sun. And I know in my heart, I will always look upon this time—not without a sense of melancholy—that it was the happiest in my life."
— Lang Leav (via langleav)
"It’s not that I hate men. It’s that when I was five years old, I got molested and everyone seems to think that I was the bad guy.
It’s not that I hate men. It’s that for so many years, every guy I was with abused me and said I was too sensitive.
It’s not that I hate men. It’s that before I learned how to use makeup and dress well, I was a nobody.
It’s not that I hate men. It’s that every time I go for a walk I hear cars honking and cat calls.
It’s not that I hate men. It’s that I can’t wear what I please and go out alone because I’m not safe.
It’s not that I hate men. It’s that people look at me weird when I used to say I didn’t want kids or marriage.
It’s not that I hate men. It’s that when I would curse around the house, my mother told me it wasn’t lady like.
It’s not that I hate men. It’s that my exes would be disgusted when they would feel my legs after not shaving for two days.
It’s not that I hate men. It’s that when I had sex with someone who wasn’t my significant other, I became the school’s whore.
It’s not that I hate men. It’s that I feel ashamed of taking pride in my cooking because I don’t belong in the kitchen.
It’s not that I hate men. It’s that every time I say I’m a feminist, people flinch.
It’s not that I hate men. It’s that when I want to buy feminine products, I turn broke.
It’s not that I hate men. It’s that I am supposed to take cat calls and sexual comments as compliments.
It’s not that I hate men. It’s that I can’t take a picture without seeking attention.
It’s not that I hate men. It’s that I live in a society were a woman with opinions is annoying and a dangerous thing.
It’s not that I hate men.
I hate rape culture and sexism."
— It’s not that I hate men - YoursSincerely (via melly-the-feminist)