and let our hair get stuck
on our fingertips.
coaxing us to the grass;
wrapping their way through our toes.
slick pebbles weigh down your pockets.
i braid sunshine into your hair,
i sew sunshine onto your skin;
ribbons that glow warm.
the hum of the wind
catches on your breath.
I believe a strong woman may be stronger than a man, particularly if she happens to have love in her heart. I guess a loving woman is indestructible.
( daringtofocus.tumblr.com )
My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.
I was told
The average girl begins to plan her wedding at the age of 7
She picks the colors and the cake first
By the age of 10
She knows time,
She’s already chosen a gown
And a maid of honor
She’s waiting for a man
Who wont break out in hives when he hears the word “commitment”
Someone who doesn’t smell like a Band-Aid drenched in lonely
Someone who isn’t a temporary solution to the empty side of the bed
Who’ll hold her hand like it’s the only one they’ve ever seen
To be honest
I don’t know what kind of tux I’ll be wearing
I have no clue what my wedding will look like
But I imagine
The women who pins my last to hers
Will butterfly down the aisle
Like a 5 foot promise
Will be so large that you’ll see it on google maps
And know exactly where our wedding is being held
The woman that I plan to marry
Will have champagne in her walk
And I will get drunk on her footsteps
When the pastor asks
If I take this woman to be my wife
I will say yes before he finishes the sentence
I’ll apologize later for being impolite
But I will also explain to him
That our first kiss happened 6 years ago
And I’ve been practicing my “Yes”
For past 2,165 days
When people ask me about my wedding
I never really know what to say
But when they ask me about my future wife
I always tell them
Her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long
She thinks too much
Misses her father
Loves to laugh
And she’s terrible at lying
Because her face never figured out how to do it correctly
I tell them
If my alarm clock sounded like her voice
My snooze button would collect dust
I tell them
If she came in a bottle
I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys
If she was a book
I would memorize her table of contents
I would read her cover-to-cover
Hoping to find typos
Just so we can both have a few things to work on
Because aren’t we all unfinished?
Don’t we all need a little editing?
Aren’t we all waiting to be proofread by someone?
Aren’t we all praying they will tell us that we make sense
She don’t always make sense
But her imperfections are the things I love about her the most
I don’t know when I will be married
I don’t know where I will be married
But I do know this
Whenever I’m asked about my future wife
I always say
…She’s a lot like you
I wrote a thing: The “Carlos Danger” scandal raises a serious question: why are so many of our politicians such Weiners?
"I would posit that the reason that male politicians continue to behave like sexual deviants is because they know we’ll forgive and forget. If sexting young women were truly a political death sentence, I think even the lustiest of politicians would keep themselves in line. With the exception of mentally ill nymphomaniacs, people are able to control their loins if they understand that the consequences will be life-wrecking.
Our country, however, has adopted a “boys will be boys” attitude towards extramarital sex, sexual misbehavior, and even sexual harassment. It is part of the bargaining stage of grief, and it’s a direct by-product of the patriarchy. It actually derives from rape culture, where women are told to avoid dressing or behaving certain ways to avoid being raped. The implication is that men can’t be responsible for their sexual behavior; their baser instincts overpower the side of their brain that tells them that rape is morally and legally wrong. It’s horrible, idiotic logic that says that men are too animalistic to actually be responsible for what they do.”