To The Man I Hope To Love Someday
Lastly, I want you to know that I am not easy to love. There will be times where I will get mad over the smallest things. I will always ask you to remind me that I am wanted.
Lastly, I want you to know that I am not easy to love. There will be times where I will get mad over the smallest things. I will always ask you to remind me that I am wanted.
You don’t have to wear a smile on your face everyday. You don’t have to cover up the scars that haunt you everyday. You don’t have to battle this fight by yourself. And you shouldn’t.
The labels society enforces on each and every one of us have nothing to do with who we are as people; that is, you can either be a kind and compassionate human being or a complete asshole, regardless of sexual orientation, gender, race, or any other human-designated marker that attempts to define an individual.
The day begins when you go to bed. If success is trackable, then look no further than the night before.
Please stop punishing yourself. The longer you keep feeling that it was your fault, the harder it will be for you to move on.
Inspiring, successful friends, mentors, lovers and people in your life are valuable because they draw out and show you were the itch is — but nothing will be as satisfying as you doing your thing, ever.
Sure, posting your rant on social media may seem trivial, but it encourages the culture of internalized misogyny we’ve been brought up with. Unless Filipinas actively pull against the tide of cultural sexism, our feminism is for naught.
“I kept saying I didn’t want anything serious or exclusive so she said ‘okay’ and then I saw her at a bar with this dude who I knew was super into her and I realized this thing worked both ways. Seeing her with him drove me nuts. So we became exclusive.”