“You know the worst thing about being rejected? The lack of control. If you could only control the when and how of being dumped by somebody, then it wouldn’t seem as bad. But then, of course, it wouldn’t be rejection, would it? It would be by mutual consent. It would be musical differences. I would be leaving to pursue a solo career.”—Nick Hornby (High Fidelity) (via brain-food) (via gelalalove)
You say you love me but you’re never there for me. All we do is make up, and then break up. Why don’t we wake up and see? When love hurts, it won’t work. Maybe we need some time alone. We need to let it breathe.
Things are finally how they should be, and I feel like I’m just shining everywhere I go. You told me to get my shit together, and now I have my shit together. I’ve made it through the weather and the better days are just going to get better. Funny how meeting new people can make you a new person. Now I’m feeling how I should.
Don’t go out and get drunk, it could lead to you getting raped. Also, don’t have sex with someone because it could get you raped by someone they know. Don’t be young, that could definitely get you raped. While we’re at it, especially don’t be a child, that could really get you raped. Don’t be older either, that can get you raped. Don’t be living in a nursing home; women get raped there. In fact, what are you even doing in an establishment like that, are you asking for it?
Don’t be single; single girls are sluts. Sluts get themselves raped. Don’t be married either or you could get raped by your husband. Don’t go jogging, that is just irresponsible. Don’t go to carparks, that can get you raped. And really don’t go jogging in a carpark, that is like so going to get you raped. Don’t go to public toilets, that can lead to rape. Don’t be dying; dying women get raped. Don’t ever be unconscious for any reason whatsoever, you’ll get yourself raped. Don’t be injured either. Raped. Avoid being physically disabled. Raped. And particularly avoid being intellectually disabled. You couldn’t get yourself more raped. Don’t go out alone, that is dangerous and you could get raped. But don’t accept lifts either; that is just asking for trouble. Don’t ever be naked, it could get you raped. Don’t wear clothing in which I could imagine you naked, that could get you raped. Don’t wear short skirts, they attract rape.
Don’t wear baggy clothing or pyjamas or hospital gowns or a hijab either, women get raped in all those too. Don’t have a father, brother, uncle or grandfather. You could get raped by one of them. And oh my god, don’t even think about having a step-father. So raped. Don’t be ugly or you could deserve rape. Don’t be beautiful, you will be too tempting. Don’t flirt with men, this can get you raped. Don’t be rude to men either – playing with fire. Don’t take public transport. Raped. Don’t drive your own car, what if someone hid in the back seat, you could get raped. Don’t sell sex or anything close to it. Raped, raped, raped. Don’t be mistaken for someone who might sell sex. Obviously, you would get raped. Don’t be a soldier, a waitress, a teacher, a police officer, or a hairdresser. All these women can get raped, sometimes by their professional colleagues.
Don’t dance, it could lead to you getting raped. Don’t relax, what if it made you look like you wanted it. Don’t be stupid, that will surely get you raped. Don’t be naive, you’ll deserve what comes to you. Don’t be adventurous, that is being stupid and stupid women get raped. Don’t be silent, who can be expected to know you didn’t want to be raped. Don’t be intimidated, that can signal weakness and will get you raped. Don’t be trusting, don’t be in awe, don’t be flattered by anyone – that could so get you raped. Especially don’t be female, that could really get you raped, although being male could get you raped too, so don’t do that either.
Not to mention, don’t be gay, people rape people for that, and don’t be straight, members of the opposite sex might think you want it, and REALLY don’t be bisexual, bisexuals are easy and being easy gets you raped.”—
“You’re sad because you’re sad.
It’s psychic. It’s the age. It’s chemical.
Go see a shrink or take a pill,
or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll
you need to sleep.”—Margaret Atwood (via funeral) (via cairparavel) (via expose)
I found myself thinking of the night we were infinite. The sun was going down, and the sunset was before us and it was impossible to look away. I put my arm around you and your head rested perfectly in the crack of my shoulder. I swear I never felt like that before. That’s when I knew everything was going to be okay cause I had you right beside me. And even though we were leaving in the morning, I was estatic to have you in my arms for another night.
No matter how she tried, she couldn’t break away. Something had been boiling her blood, something had been gnawing at her knees, and when I gazed into her eyes for the final time, she was no longer there. I don’t know why she was made so fragile; she never even had a chance. I often wondered how somebody so beautiful could be capable of so many horrible things. Was it love? Or was it just something that reminded me of something that wasn’t love. You know I still pretend.