Thank you very much Dad for making me feel like a loser because I don’t go out every night. I know I don’t have many friends down here but did you need to rub it in my face?
Thank you very much Dad for making me feel like a loser because I don’t go out every night. I know I don’t have many friends down here but did you need to rub it in my face?
I need feminism because I shouldn’t be told to ‘wait and see if it happens again’ when I go to one of my bosses about me being sexually harassed at work by a guy I had never even spoken to.
I need feminism because I shouldn’t be nervous wearing my bathing suit at a company swim party.
I need feminism because I shouldn’t be surprised when a guy looks me in the face instead of at my chest when talking to me but I am.
I need feminism because I shouldn’t have to worry what my niece and future daughters will go through for no other reason that they were born with 2 x chromosomes.
I need feminism because, while I may WANT a man, I don’t want to NEED a man, for protection or otherwise.
So the last post was a semi lie, I’m not okay. I’m a confused hot mess, unless I was reading your signals wrong you were really into me. we had that moment! That moment where we looked at each other and were like ‘Who’s going to make the first move and kiss’. So please explain to me what the hell happened between Monday 11:30 pm and Tuesday 7 pm because I really don’t know. And why is it that last night when we saw each other again, I said “Hey” and you never really said anything, seemed to get upset when I was saying goodbye to Andrew who is a friend of mine and I’ve known him longer than I’ve known you. You can’t have it both ways love, either we’ve got something going on or you are going to understand the fact that I’m going to treat you like I treat my other friends. This was not an attempt to make you jealous though trust me I got enough appreciative looks to remind myself that I’m pretty enough that if I wanted I could probably get half of them. But the issue is I want you. You’ve turned me back into that 17 year old girl who stares at her phone and waits for texts, I haven’t been that girl for years. But to try and explain I’ve made a playlist! Its small but it fits my situation, very well so far.
There you have it folks, I’m being completely honest when I say I don’t know what to do. So someone please give me something!
So the potential only likes me as a friend. And surprisingly I’m okay with it, maybe because it wasn’t a forever thing and I knew that. But anyways long story short is I’m okay. I’m not crying over ice cream and I’m sure as hell as not going to pout over it. Good music can take you through anything after all.
Well let’s see how tonight has been going, shall we?
breakfast on a stick with mini waffles, strawberries, and cool whip.
(via happyfeminist)
Because the truth is I want to be your favorite hello and your hardest goodbye as well as everything in between. I can’t be just a friend when it comes to you. But the truth is you rarely even see me.
I need feminism because I want to be more than the cook, cleaner, and baby maker.

OMG YES I WILL
(Source: zombymama, via hold-a-wolfs-ears)