Women who don’t have girlfriends, don’t have girlfriends because they’ve been negatively affected by the wrong kind of women.
We interpret friendliness in women of reproductive age as seduction.
These are the women who are singing their favorite tune (often loudly) on their way to work and sipping their coffee while looking out of the window and enjoying the rays of the sun or falling snowflakes.
But just like this moon I’m staring at that’s going to set in a few hours, our time ended as well. Replaced by the sun, replaced by something more powerful and more brilliant.
Am I clinging to the future in hopes it will be better?
Trust me when I say, you do not need a boy to make your smile grow bigger. You do not a boy to make your heart happier. You do not a boy in December when the cold comes in. And you don’t need a boy to heal your broken parts. You just need you.
Fathers, when you cast a vote for Donald Trump, when you defend him online or in your homes, you tell your daughters that their safety and agency can be sacrificed, by you, on the altar of your economic or social preferences.
The truth is, I’m not really happy for you. I’m not over the moon you fell in love with a girl and see a future with her now. I’m not happy. Even though that’s what I told you.
“When I hear about negative and false attacks, I really don’t invest any energy in them, because I know who I am.”
I miss the who you loved me. The one who told me you would never let me go. The one who told me you would love me for all time. Until the day you died. Until the day you were buried.