do you ever just want to shout like… it’s because i’m sad! like yes i didn’t do my homework, yes i didn’t text you back, yes i’ve been hiding in my room! i’m sorry! but i haven’t killed myself so honestly where is my badge!
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Today, I read an article about a woman with HIV who was raped. The man that attacked her is now HIV positive. All of the commentary surround this was about how she should have told him she was HIV+ and that women with HIV should have a badge or special underwear so that this doesn’t happen to another man. It is 12:12am and I am already done with the world.
That is rape culture
one day you will meet her again,
one day in three years or so,
you’ll bump into her somewhere and
you will notice,
she will glow of happiness
you will notice, that she won’t hide her eyes from you in nervousness anymore,
you will notice her clothing is now different, she doesn’t wear the same colors you once liked on her soft skin,
you will notice, her voice will be different and much softer and calm than the voice that put you to sleep every night
you will notice everything but the fact that, deep down she’ll still feel for you and what shes created her self into, will be pieces of yours you left her with, 3 years ago or so.–one day.
Friends come and go, clothing is packed and unpacked, households are continually purged of unnecessary items, and as a result, not much sticks. it’s hard at times but it makes a kid strongs in ways that most people can’t understand. Teaches them that even though people are left behind, new ones will inevitably take their place; that every place has something good and bad to offer. It makes a kid grow up fast.
Nicholas Sparks, The Lucky One (via feellng)
Be sad but get up. You don’t have to shower. You can put on the same clothes you wore yesterday. Nobody will care. The sky is blue, wildflowers are blooming by the side of the road. Strangers have stories to tell. Go for a walk, go for a drive, go to a greenhouse, a bookstore, a movie theater. You can stay in bed but nothing is going to happen there. Sometimes you’ve really just got to get the fuck up.
The people of this world are moving into the next, and
with them their hours and the ink of their ability to make thought.
Carolyn Forché, from “Nocturne,”
Blue Hour
(Harper Perennial, 2004)
