One day, I realized he might not exist. My soulmate, I mean.
I realized there might not be someone walking around this earth just waiting to meet me. Someone with a private world just as intricate as mine that, one day, I would get to share and be a part of and know.
And I realized I was keeping a vacant spot in my heart for this person who might not exist. That I wasn’t allowing myself to be whole because how could I be whole with my other half missing?
It was an excuse, of course. A simple view of life that would exempt me from having to put in the effort of filling myself up with the love I was waiting for someone else to supply.
The reality is this: Life is a churning, chaotic thing with no guarantees, and in the throws of the tumbling you might run into people to hold on to for a while. Sometimes for a night, sometimes for life.
And holding on to someone is a worthy thing. A wonderful thing. Something to look forward to and appreciate and embrace with your whole heart.
But the love you get from holding on to someone will never be as reliable as the love you can give yourself. Right here. Right now.
So here’s my advice. Be open to love, but don’t be empty for it."Open, Not Empty - John Paul Brammer (via johnpaulbrammer)
(via arbitraryweakness)♥ 3284 Notes / Tue Aug 19th, 2014 ≡ reblog
I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy
because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless
and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that."Robin Williams (via skateeofmind)♥ 224310 Notes / Sun Aug 17th, 2014 ≡ reblog
♥ 282520 Notes / Sat Aug 16th, 2014 ≡ reblog
today i wore a v-neck to school, something that is totally normal for 99% of the girls there, one of the girls in my french class was wearing one similar to mine in fact.
but my french teacher came up to me and told me that i was out of dress code and that i was asking for something to happen to me.
and all day long i had to slap guys who found it perfectly okay to grab them.
im a 32DDD, 5’1, and 115 pounds. due to this im known around the school as the walking boobs, the girl who grew in other places, and BITS. I constantly get called a whore and a tease.
Girls are always accusing their boyfriends of sleeping with me.
and there have been times when i have had to tell teachers that my eyes are up here.
i grew boobs in the eighth grade, i was a DD then, and i cant tell you how many fights i got into with guys who thought it was alright to stick their faces in them.
the point of all of this is that its bullshit.
i should be able to wear a v neck to school without worrying about who is going to grab my boobs next, or who is going to throw a gum wrapper in them, or what girls are going to say next.
Fuck that shit! I would report any teacher that needs to be reminded not to stare at your chest. That is not okay in any sense.
Also, I’d say screw slut-shaming, but this isn’t even a matter of dressing how one wants, but a matter of a woman’s natural state being the reason that men think it’s okay to sexual harass or assault her.
- Large breasts are not an invitation.
- Large breasts are not an invitation.
- LARGE BREASTS ARE NOT AN INVITATION.
Are we clear?
Reblog and Amplify.
I had to reblog this because she’s not even showing that much cleavage. But she’s totally right. Large breasts are NOT AN INVITATION.
Okay, I don’t talk about this much, but this seems a good place to add it on.
I was a fairly heavy kid, and I started going through puberty early, which meant that by the time I was seven, I had breasts. I had no small amount of boys poking them and grabbing them and making fun of them, including one stunning example of humanity who threatened to “poke your breasts in after school.” I hid in the teacher’s closet until my mom came in looking for me, and they both found me sobbing in there. I had to attend school with this dickhead until senior year, and I remember feeling ill and panicky whenever I saw him in the halls.
This happens to kids who aren’t even in junior high yet. This happens to kids before they even understand what sex is, let alone what sexual assault is. This happened to me in the mid 1980s, and we still aren’t talking about sexual harassment and assault among kids and teens except in the contexts of things like date rape.
I mean, okay. Maybe that little boy had been sexually abused himself. But even if that’s the case and even if he didn’t understand what he was doing, that little boy got the message from someone that hitting a girl in the breasts was okay, as was flipping up her skirt and shoving things down her shirt—and yes, this happened to lots of girls, and no one ever raised an eyebrow or tried to stop it because lol boys are so cute at that age, I guess.
Having big breasts is not an invitation, and having big breasts when one’s age isn’t even in the double digits is certainly not an invitation. And something needs to happen when people—usually boys and men—think otherwise.