1. Stop faking your fucking orgasms. Society already tells young men that they run the fucking universe - if they can’t turn your cunt into a shooting star then for god’s sake, let them know about it.
2. Once you’ve stopped faking your fucking orgasms, use this newfound honesty throughout the rest of your life - stop ordering coffee you don’t actually like; stop sitting at a desk and allowing people to treat you like shit in the hopes that a meek attitude will earn you a promotion (it won’t); stop telling people they can finish your food when you’re not actually done yet. These may seem petty, but they add up, just like every orgasm you didn’t actually get to have.
3. If you wanna dance all night, dance all fucking night. Dance all night even if you have work in the morning. The worst that will happen is you’ll drink RedBull all day and look like a zombie - pass it off as a head cold to the real zombies you work with and flick through the embarrassing photos you’re being tagged in as you pretend to take a shit for some peace and quiet. I promise, you’ll remember dancing all night in ten years, not the suspicious way your boss looked at you that morning.
4. If your ass looks big in that, that’s a good thing.
5. You will never be as young as you are this second. Embrace it.
6. Embrace the fact that you’re going to get older. Ask your boyfriend if he will still love you when you’re seventy and your tits are down to your knees. Look forward to this time - seventy year old women are allowed to do pretty much whatever they want, and no-one can stop them. You can carry candy in your bag and not share it with a single soul. You can stay home all day and cross-stitch expletives onto handkerchiefs for your grandchildren and slip them under the table out of sight of the people you raised. You can drink whisky at 10am. Every phase of your life is going to be amazing for different reasons. Embrace that.
7. A lot of people will pretend to love Bukowski. Don’t pretend to love Bukowski if you don’t love Bukowski. It’s overplayed and no-one will mind if you actually like Virginia Andrews instead - the people who do mind are boring.
the phrase “curiosity killed the cat” is actually not the full phrase it actually is “curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back” so don’t let anyone tell you not to be a curious little baby okay go and be interested in the world uwu
Blood is thicker than water The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.
Meaning that relationships formed by choice are stronger than those formed by birth.
“It’s unpacking some of what it means to be a ‘real girl’ and a ‘real boy.’ We get handed down these ideas of gender and sexuality: You’re supposed to be this or that. What happens if you float around the cracks and don’t fit into these narrowly prescribed things? … I believe in gender fluidity and sexual fluidity. … I don’t really identify as anything. I think you can fall in love with anybody. I don’t have anything to hide, but I’d rather the emphasis be on music.”—Annie Clark (St. Vincent) to Rolling Stone on Prince Johnny, gender, and sexuality. (via annieclarks)
Sorry if this is too personal. What is it that draws you to women? What is it that repels you from men? What was the moment/deciding factor where you said "yeah, I'm definitely a lesbian and now I'm 100% okay with it"?
I don’t know what draws me to women exactly since they drive me absolutely insane, haha. but so many things just make me swoon about women. just the softness and everything. i just want to take care of them and hold them. they are such beautiful creatures, i can’t even describe.
but it’s not that i’m repelled by men and it’s not just like i’m just not attracted to their anatomy. i can appreciate a guy’s body and attractiveness but i’m not sexually drawn and i can bro out with a guy but i can’t sit there and hold them. it’s not something i want. i don’t want a guy to take care of me.
i was in preschool when i had my first crush on a girl, i remember just wanting to sit close with her and make her smile. in elementary school and middle school i had “crushes” on guys but it was so different, it was only that i wanted to be their best friend, i wanted to learn things from them but i didn’t want to fall into their arms.
but then i met my best friend in 5th grade (wuddup jeannie whereismymiind) and the attraction i had was so different. it wasn’t that i just wanted to be best friends, i wanted to take care of her and i would get so jealous when she had boyfriends because i honestly just wanted to be the one to hold her hand and make her smile. it freaked me out so bad and i held onto that for a year and a half before i realized, “holy shit i actually like her.” we just had this different connection and with admitting that to myself i let myself be open to having feelings for a girl. luckily in 2006 when i finally told jeannie how i felt, it was mutual. i guess we kind of helped each other out of the closet? i’m thankful for how much she helped me be comfortable with myself even if she doesn’t realize it. she’s still my absolute best friend :]
at that point in 2006 i was calling myself bisexual but that’s because i wasn’t comfortable with being called a lesbian, i thought maybe i was still interested with guys. it was a year later while i was dating jeannie that i actually came to terms with being gay. i hadn’t even thought about a guy since coming out.
i’ve been out for 8 years as of last week. and i am very very comfortable and confident with my sexuality. i have had “crushes” on guys since, i even tried going on dates with them, but it didn’t make me feel anything close to how i feel with a girl. anytime i have been with a girl it just feels so incredibly right, i can’t describe it at all. it’s just the way straight people feel when they’re with someone of the opposite sex. i just like the same sex instead.