I know it’s something I need to get out of my system; to end this emotional affair for good.
It doesn’t matter if someone tells you they love you, or will always be with you. If they can imagine a life without you, let go.
That one chance the universe gave us was the most wonderful and most destructive experience all at once.
I won’t teach my sons not to rape, because I’ll be too busy teaching them the effect that every single one of their actions has not only on themselves – but on everyone around them, and even people they don’t know.
You destroyed me, and you don’t care. I’m learning how to give grace, but I can’t to you. Not yet.
Her potent love, healing the wounds of the weak.
She makes the chaos of living, simple.
It remains a secret, making it that much more fun. No one can know.
I am a feminist, and I did not vote for Hillary Clinton in the Democratic primaries. If you are surprised by that, then this post is for you.
I feel really sorry if you have any daughters, or young women you’re close with. Because if it happens to them, they are sure to blame themselves and eventually wonder, “Why do I still feel so terrible?”
Please think before you say things like “my work hours are literally torturing me,“ or “tickles are a real torture,” because I know what torture means.