I’m sending you a winged eyeliner tutorial. Truthfully, I should’ve done this a long time ago.
There is a whole life to live outside doing things for others. I promise you life will continue if you start putting yourself first, just like I promise you the sun will continue to rise and set every day and every night without you guiding it.
I want you to remember our love when you’re out in the world pursuing this brave new world you’re seeking and I’ll remember you when I’m making a home in mine because part of you will always live in me.
I don’t want mediocre relationships that will fizzle and fade. I want realistic relationships that will last forever, not even only pertaining to love, but with friendships and relationships in general.
I never quite understood why girls traveled in packs in high school; whether it was to get a snack at the vending machine or to say “hi” to a boy at the opposite side of the room.
“I talk to guys because I’m not sure if I’m interested in them or not. They might have a stellar personality, but I’m just not sure if they’re for me or not on the sexual/dating level. So I try to keep my options open and stay kind.”
I want my son to know that being a Feminist helps everybody. I want my son to understand that identifying as a Feminist does not emasculate you. Feminism is about equality, it’s about respect, it’s about making the best of the world we have.
I have a usual reaction to strangers calling out to me on the street and giving me names I haven’t chosen, and don’t want, for myself. I’ve been conditioned to let them off with a heavy sigh and an eye roll.
Don’t date a girl who surfs if you can’t handle the sea. She is the ocean, and not for you to tame.
I learned the hard way about cramps. Specifically, that they can be painful enough to make you puke.