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“You want to know what happiness is? It’s waking up in the middle of the night for no reason, shifting under the blankets and feeling the heat of the person next to you. You turn around and see them in their most peaceful, innocent, and vulnerable state. They breathe as though the weight of the world lays on anyone’s shoulder but their own. You smile, kiss their face in the most gentle manner so as not to wake them. You turn back around and an involuntary grin forms on your own face. You feel an arm wrap around your waist, and you know it doesn’t get any better than this.”
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’
I wonder why I cannot be both.
He kisses me
My college theater professor once told me
that despite my talent,
I would never be cast as a romantic lead.
We do plays that involve singing animals
and children with the ability to fly,
but apparently no one
has enough willing suspension of disbelief
to go with anyone loving a fat girl.
I daydream regularly
about fucking my boyfriend vigorously on his front lawn.
On the mornings I do not feel pretty,
while he is still asleep,
I sit on the floor and check the pockets of his skinny jeans for motive,
for a punchline,
for other girls’ phone numbers.
When we hold hands in public,
I wonder if he notices the looks —
like he is handling a parade balloon on a crowded sidewalk;
if he notices that my hands are now made of rope.
Dear Cosmo: Fuck you.
I will not take sex tips from you
on how to please a man you think I do not deserve.
He tells me he loves me with the lights on.
I can cup his hip bone in my hand,
feel his ribs without pressing very hard at all.
He does not believe me when I tell him he is beautiful.
Sometimes I fear the day he does will be the day he leaves.
The cute hipster girl at the coffee shop
assumes we are just friends
and flirts over the counter.
I spend the next two weeks
mentally replacing myself with her
in all of our photographs.
When I admit this to him
we spend the evening taking new photos together.
He will not let me delete a single one of them.
The phrase “Big girls need love too” can die in a fire.
Fucking me does not require an asterisk.
Loving me is not a fetish.
Finding me beautiful is not a novelty.
I am not a fucking novelty.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says, ‘No. You are so much more’,
and kisses me
You will fall in love with someone who’s cold and always seemingly pushing you away. When all is said and done, they will be forever known as the one person you couldn’t get to love you. Unfortunately, it will hurt and sting worse than the good ones, the ones that chopped up your meat for you and picked out an eyelash from your eye and were nice to your mother, because love often feels like a game we need to win. And when we lose, when we realize we couldn’t get what we ultimately desired from a person, it makes us feel like a failure and erases all the memories of those who loved us in the past. It’s a permanent smudge on your love resume.
You will fall in love with someone for one night and one night only. They’ll come to you when you need them and be gone in the morning when you don’t. At first, this will make you feel empty and you’ll try to convince yourself that you could’ve loved this person for longer than a night, but you can’t. Some people are just meant to make cameo appearances, some are destined to be a pithy footnote. That’s okay though. Not every person we love has to stick around. Sometimes it’s better to leave while you’re still ahead. Sometimes it’s better to leave before you get unloved.
You will fall in love with the old couple down the street because to you they represent the impossible: a stable, long-lasting love. You’re trying to get someone to like you for more than ten minutes. A monogamous “never get sick of ya” love seems unfathomable. “What’s your secret, sir? Do you just say yes a lot?”
You will fall in love with smells, the good and the bad kind. You will want to wear your lovers shirt because it makes you feel close to them and you’re okay with being that PSYCHO who is legitimately sniffing their shirt in public. You will fall in love with sweat, certain perfumes, the smell of the season in which you fell in love. This particular love smells like fall. It smells like Halloween and a roaring fire and leaves and fog and mist and candy and food and family and whiskey and sex and the lint that collects on sweaters. When it ends, if it ends, you will never experience another fall without thinking of him, her, it. The memories will stick to the ground like a mound of leaves and will only dissipate when the weather drops.
You will fall in love with your friends. Deep, passionate love. You will create a second family with them, a kind of tribe that makes you feel less vulnerable. Sometimes our families can’t love us all the time. Sometimes we’re born into families who don’t know how to love us properly. They do as much as they can but the rest is up to our friends. They can love you all the time, without judgement. At least the good ones can.
This is where I’m supposed to tell you that you will fall in love with The One, a person who isn’t too cold or too nice. Their “O” face is perfectly fine and they’re not afraid to show how much they love you. This person is supposed to wait for us at the end of the twentysomething road as some kind of reward for all the heartache and loneliness. We deserve them. We’ve earned this kind of love.
So fine. You’re going to fall in love with The One. You’re going to fall in love with someone who will make sense beyond college or a job or a particular season. They’ll make sense forever and won’t ever want to leave you behind. I’m telling you this not because it’s true but because it NEEDS to be true. Everyone is entitled to this kind of love, so why not? Have it. It’s yours. Blow out the candles on your 30th birthday, holding their hand, and let out an exhale that’s been waiting for ten years. Do it. Now.
— Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters (via vaginawoolf)
— Why most mass killers are privileged white men - http://www.rolereboot.org/culture-and-politics/details/2012-07-why-most-mass-murderers-are-privileged-white-men (via riselikethetide)
Phylicia Rashad’s Letter to 21-Year Old Self:
Romantic involvement distracts you and can blind you to what’s really in front of you. And what really is in front of you? You are. You don’t even know yourself yet. You think you know and you want to assert that you do, now that you’re a certain age, but you don’t. What’s in front of you is a whole world of experiences beyond your imagination. Put yourself, and your growth and development, first. There are long-term repercussions to what you’re doing now. Everything you do, every thought you have, every word you say creates a memory that you will hold in your body. It’s imprinted on you and affects you in subtle ways—ways you are not always aware of. With that in mind, be very conscious and selective.
With high hopes for you,
She’s just so amazing.
Read this & heard her voice :)
For the Men Who Still Don’t Get It
all women were bigger and stronger than you
And thought they were smarter
women were the ones who started wars
too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos
and no K-Y Jelly
the state trooper
who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike
was a woman
and carried a gun
the ability to menstruate
was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs
your attractiveness to women depended
on the size of your penis
every time women saw you
they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands
women were always making jokes
about how ugly penises are
and how bad sperm tastes
you had to explain what’s wrong with your car
to big sweaty women with greasy hands
who stared at your crotch
In a garage where you are surrounded
by posters of naked men with hard-ons
men’s magazines featured cover photos
of 14-year-old boys
tucked into the front of their jeans
and articles like:
“How to tell if your wife is unfaithful”
“What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate”
“The truth about impotence”
the doctor who examined your prostate
was a woman
and called you “Honey”
You had to inhale your boss’s stale cigar breath
as she insisted that sleeping with her
was part of the job
You couldn’t get away because
the company dress code required
you wear shoes
designed to keep you from running
And what if
after all that
women still wanted you
to love them.
- Carol Diehl
Lamenting the Friendzone, or: The Nice Guy Approach to Perpetuating Sexist Bullshit (via nyquilontherocks)
“If a girl has been told no, then she has only herself to blame for anything that happens next – but if a woman says no, then she must not really mean it. Or, if she does, she shouldn’t: the rejected man is a universally sympathetic figure, and everyone from moviegoers to platonic onlookers will scream at her to justgive him a chance”
This reminds me of 500 Days of Summer and other countless movies…
^^^^ That’s exactly what I was thinking while reading this. That’s why I don’t like guys that say that they always finish last because they are the “nice guys”, pf.
I love the film (bcuz of jgl and zooey’s presence by default) but there are plenty of things wrong with it.
Most people have the reaction (men and women)
“Oh well she’s a bitch, he’s so nice why wouldn’t you stay with him”
It’s sadder when I hear girls say it. It’s kind of annoying. Plus his character wasn’t that nice, he had some douche moments. He wasn’t perfect and neither was she. Like the bit where he’s talking to his friends in the cafe and calls her a skank because he saw her in the elevator and she said her weekend was “good” in a certain manner… where he thought she had sex with her gym instructor? NICE. I don’t know how anyone comes to that conclusion based on talking to someone for one second. Even if he was perfect, she’s not obligated to be with him just because he’s “nice”, she doesn’t owe anyone a relationship. And if you’re using the nice guy excuse then you’re probably already a douche anyway. You don’t get a free pass in life just because 1.you’re a guy 2. you’re nice. And you certainly won’t get it from a girl.
The screenwriter based 70-80% of it on his own experiences with his ex. Which clearly explains why we only see it through JGL’s character. It was tacky to lead him on but she never promised more than she gave and eventually did break it off before it went any further. People fail to pick up on the fact that he just didn’t listen, which pretty much happened for most of the relationship in the film. She clearly told him she didn’t want a relationship. I sense we’re pretty much set up to hate Zooey’s character even though we were never even really given enough info about her to make the assumption that she really is a bitch. Essentially her character is nothing more than a one dimensional because plot device really what can you expect from White Straight Hollywood writers?
Even JGL himself said in an interview agreed that his character never really listened to her or saw her as a real person. But idolised her because of his own miserable life and needed an escape route. Often the hardcore fangirls get carried away and go WOW WHAT A BITCH HOW dare she not be in a r/ship with a guy that LOOKS like jgl. If JGL looked like a fat homeless guy how many people would still be going “why wouldn’t she stay with him, he’s so nice!!”
I don’t know which is less shocking, that Bristol Palin and her son have been given a reality show on which to embarrass themselves or that Tripp is already using this term at 3 and his mom and aunt apparently don’t tell him this is wrong. Maybe what’s most shocking is that something in this vein didn’t happen in the very first episode.
“This will be interesting, because there’s a lot of history behind Sherlock Holmes and Watson, and I’m sure there’s going to be a lot of opinions about the idea that we’re remaking it, and that we named the characters Holmes and Watson, and I’m playing a female Watson and, what’s the deal with that?! So some people are going to be excited that we’re turning it on its head, and some people are going to be kind of shaking their heads, like, ‘This is a bad idea.’
“I mean the thing is, when you go into anything everyone has an opinion. And when we did Charlie’s Angels, everyone was like ‘This is going to be a huge flop, this is a disaster, this is a mistake.’ And all I could think about was, ‘Wow this is amazing,’ because they’ve cast an Asian person as one of the Angels, and when I was growing up it was the idea that it was all Caucasian. So that was, for me, like, ‘who cares about anything else’? And for me this time it’s about that Watson is a female. And a lot of people who are of ethnic background have come up to me and said, ‘It’s so great that you’re playing Watson and you’re representing a big, you know, minority section of actors and people in the world’.” - Lucy Liu [x]