When a woman enjoys her sexuality without hurting anyone else, but someone finds out about it, the response is to insult her, shame her, bring her down and make sure she never does it again. But the response to rape, and “jokes” about rape, which trivialize and normalize violent, traumatic and sometimes life-threatening acts against women is—somehow—to laugh?
Your muscles have a certain memory about them, that’s why we can tie our shoes or play piano without looking. But then you spend a long enough time with someone and your bodies memorize each other, you know; The warmth of your back, the pace of your heart beat, your tickly eyelashes and the way your fingers would curl in sequence when I used to play with your palm. Another person is like moving to a country where you don’t know the language. It’s a scary thing.
being afraid of happiness is complete nonsense
life is too short for regrets!
if my heart was a compass you’d be north (: