They should put prizes in tampon boxes, be like yeah your period sucks but here’s 50% off of some icecream.
Too many men look at me like I owe them something, like the word ‘beautiful’ should mean something to me just because that’s how they choose to describe me. Too many men think that the black heels I wear to the grocery store is my way of saying, “Look at my legs. Do you like the way my dress hugs my curves?” When the truth is I just got off work and need some fucking beer and bread. Don’t look at me like that, the only reason my lips are painted red is because I ran out of Chapstick and this was the only thing I could find in my car.
I once dated a man who said that for Valentine’s Day all he wanted was me in red lace. He said that I would taste like chocolate, that he wanted to show me just how good love can feel. He talked like his sex skills were the best gift he could give me. I wore black lace and showed him how it feels to be fucked harder than the night he lost his virginity to a stripper. He said I tasted like mystery and black coffee as he got down on his knees to find his boxers. He said he couldn’t find the taste of chocolate on my neck. That was the morning he realized that being a man had nothing to do with ‘how hard you can fuck’. If that was the case, I would be ten foot tall and bullet proof and one hell of a guy with nice boobs.
One time I fell into the arms of a drunk man who claimed that he loved me afterwards. He called me a bitch when I said I just wanted to be his friend. I told him if me giving him my friendship made me a bitch then me giving him my heart would make me a cunt from hell. That was the day I stopped kissing boys who had to prove that they were men and started holding hands with men who didn’t realize they turned heads when they walked by.
Love rests in the heart and is spilled from your throat.
Lust rests in your pants and prefers to not ask for a name.
One day those men will realize that sincere, kind words
are the way to a woman’s heart, not a good fucking.
One day those men will realize that their Adam’s apple
is the forbidden fruit,
not their dick.
parents when they can’t get a hold of you: “i called TWICE AND YOU DIDN’T PICK UP”
me when i can’t get a hold of my parents: “I BROKE MY LEG. I CALLED UR CELL 11 TIMES, UR WORK PHONE 7 TIMES, AND SENT YOU 23 TEXTS, AND NO RESPONSE”
my parents: “wow sorry i was busy”
Same look and smile.
#god bless hermione granger who was thrust into a world that didn’t fully welcome her for what she was#but who took that world by the fucking balls and showed everyone who was in charge#god bless hermione granger who refused to let racist assholes ruin the magic for her#who could still smile like that even after shit started getting real#hermione who never met a puzzle she didn’t like#who broke the rules when it was important#who burned with ambition and intelligence and devotion and bravery#hermione who was taunted and tortured for her looks and her blood#by teachers and schoolmates and death eaters#whose abrasive know-it-all personality tended to tick a whole lot of people off#but who never apologized for any of these things#never apologized for who she was#never allowed her curiosity to be dampened or her beliefs to be put aside#god bless hermione granger who fought harder than anyone to carve out a place for herself#they could say or do whatever they liked#but she was hermione granger and she was a muggleborn#and she would be damned before she let anyone take that away#your faves could never(via jessicawakefields)