I wrote a little message about a picture that Neil Gaiman published yesterday, and look! Attention <3
haha I wrote that ask in the middle of the night no I see now that I forgot to delete the word gender before genitalia, whatevs..
And since I’m too lazy to actually write something of my own right now let’s have some explaining reactions in stead:
BONUS TRACK: Here, let’s have some hate
Don’t you just love the grey dudes and their courage?
I never fell in love with you
I just took a really beautiful midnight walk including really weird but cute crying moments and happened to end up here. There was no falling, just the love thingy.
We were half planned accidents of life stuck to each other, half way out the door not knowing what to do but to survive and maybe stay just a bit longer. And they thought they had us covered, preparing for rain but we were a hurricane, not prepared to stop just yet -
And I know it scared you
It definitely succeeded in scaring me
But as half planned accidents of life i think we did pretty well.
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Once you touched me and once there was someone else, we all leave marks.
New birthmarks and landmines in safe spaces I don’t know what words are suitable here. You smile, as a decent alternative to flight
Once we were touches.
Once we were a closeness by mistake and the way you felt was dirt mixed with dare and don’t you dare feel ashamed.
Do you stay awake at night? In your eyes I see nothing and I wonder if you ever grew up, if I was the only one who got old.
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ps: the countries in the world where the richest part of society owns the biggest percentages of resources is Sweden and Denmark, USA is in third place. Can we stop with the Sweden is so good bullshit now?
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ugh “radical” men that “insult” racists and sexists by calling them “cunts” and “pussies”
like what did you even think?
did you even think at all???
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Viewing all men as potential rapists and/or perpetrators of sexual assault in a rape culture fueled by patriarchy is not erasure of asexual or aromatic men, it’s a self defense mechanism.
Please read: schrödinger’s rapist (link under the cut)
It takes some time getting used to. The fact that I will never be able to easily explain what you mean to me (det finns inga ord för det på det här jävla språket), that I probably won’t find a comfortable way of introducing you and the relatonship we have to others.
Sometimes I don’t think I can explain it at all, not even to you.
Sometimes the word love is totally wrong but I use it anyway because I don’t know what else to use.
Sometimes the word love contains every fiber of my feelings for you until my fingertips burn with anticipation.
I guess we’re something.
“Don’t let the people that hurt you define you”
But hell, they defined me, they hurt me, they left a mark on every inch of my body and I can’t deny that. Every year of them made me.
And I have the right to cry about it, just as I have the right to don’t give damn about them when they try to interact as if noting happened - it’s not my obligation to be “the bigger person”.
So shut up about what I should and shouldn’t do.
Sometimes I think of all of the people that I love with their shells and places they hide in their heads to not get hurt and how amazing it is that they dare to even let me in.
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