I got dressed this morning. For myself.
Put on eye liner. for myself.
Put on my favorite red lipstick. for myself.
Showed a bit of skin. for myself
I wanted to be beautiful. For myself.
My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.Laurell K. Hamilton (via fawun)
When I was eight and got my hair cut short, I cried about it the whole way home. My mom looked me in the eyes and said, “It’ll grow back. It won’t stay short forever.” I wasn’t comforted until it did.
When you broke my heart, I cried about it until I couldn’t. I looked at myself in the mirror, puffy-eyed, with a permanent frown on my face, and I said to myself, “I will be happy again without him. The pain won’t last forever.” It’s been 7 months and the comforting lie I told myself that day doesn’t feel like a lie anymore. The happiness grew back within me.
Everything grows back, nothing is permanent, but it just takes time. It also takes time to accept that. Time is the foundation on which growth is able to be constructed.
a underaged girl could be wearing lingerie and shaking her ass in a grown man’s face begging him to take her and guess whaaat
hes still trash for fucking her
hes the adult. he has enough control and willpower to say no. he knows that fucking kids is wrong.
stop sympathizing with men and protecting them for falling “victim” to “teenage temptresses”
if you cant trust yourself to not fuck kids, even if they “tempt you” the problem is you, NOT the kid