You became like everyone else in a moment where I didn’t need you to be.
The fact that I’m still grasping at what little heartstrings I can speaks mountains for my normal attempts at personal contact.
I felt a bond in our lack of strength. You were the first person I told everything to and because of you it helped me to tell others as well.
I may have drifted out and strayed due to the clusterfuck I’ve been dealt but it takes two to form a friendship full of drunk I love you’s and the fact that I was once one of your “girls”.
I might always overthink things but I know when I’ve been abandoned.
If you want a relationship you want a damn relationship not everything included with a relationship but no commitment.
If I’m dating you, you don’t need to get jealous of other people. I am with you, only you. If you ever think I’m flirting with other people, I’m not. There’s a reason why I chose you and only you. I only want you, no one else. You are mine. I am yours.
- be thin
- give birth
- cook for you
- have long hair
- wear makeup
- have sex with you
- be feminine
- be graceful
- be fashionable
- wear pink
- love men
- be the media’s idea of perfection
- listen to your bullshit
- have a vagina
This is very true, but it’s important to remember that if a woman is feminine, graceful, shaves, diets, wears make up, or does any of these things in the list, it doesn’t make her a slave to patriarchy or any less of a feminist than you.
White girls be like, “I got this tattoo of a dream catcher because it means a lot to me - after all I am 1/345,440 Cherokee”
YES. YES. YES.