I’m ok. I’m gonna be ok. I’m gonna live a beautiful life and I’ll get to know beautiful people. I will create things of beauty and be surrounded by flowers. And I’ll love myself, and I’ll be soft, I’ll be kind. And I’ll be ok.
I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist.
It’d bring me great joy.
I’m 6’2 and weigh 180lbs
ready when you are
Or if you’d like to have some more options….
I’m 6’4” 228 pounds and have 9 years of combined martial arts training and 3 years of being a Line Backer in football. Just in case you are looking for variety.
what about a lady and a feminist. warning, combatives certified soldier.
im tiny, i’m like 5′4 and 130 lbs but u can fight me too
lately i’ve been replacing my “i’m sorry”s with “thank you”s, like instead of “sorry i’m late” i’ll say “thanks for waiting for me”, or instead of “sorry for being such a mess” i’ll say “thank you for loving me and caring about me unconditionally” and it’s not only shifted the way i think and feel about myself but also improved my relationships with others who now get to receive my gratitude instead of my negativity
u can fall in love w anybody whether its romantically or not and i think ppl forget that. i think falling in love is jus..knowing that a person heightens your sense of happiness so much that you know you’d be empty without them
LISTEN. I KNOW Y'ALL HATE HALSEY BUT YOU CAN’T MAKE FUN OF A N Y O N E FOR HAVING A MISCARRIAGE. THAT’S PROBABLY THE LOWEST OF THE LOW. HALSEY ISN’T PERFECT, I GET THAT BUT Y'ALL ALWAYS MAKE FUN OF HER FOR STUPID SHIT LIKE HAVING AN INDIE VOICE OR HER SONGS BEING TOO POETIC AND FOR HER “NOT BEING BIRACIAL” EVEN THOUGH HER FATHER IS BLACK. Y'ALL CONSTANTLY WHITEWASH THIS WOMAN AND GIVE HER SHIT ALL THE TIME FOR ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. SHE HAD A BABY INSIDE OF HER AND THEN SOMEONE HAD TO TELL HER IT WAS GONE. HOW FUCKED IS THAT. STOP BEIN SO DAMN PETTY AND LIVE YOUR LIFE!!! GO OUTSIDE EAT A POPSICLE FOR ALL I DAMN CARE JUST LEAVE HALSEY ALONE
something about women crying in bathrooms,
always in a hurry, always the violent swiping
under the eyes, pressing at the puffy red blotches, rushing, getting it out, looking in the mirror and then, like a warrior, going back outside to wherever like nothing ever happened and doing it all again. tell me we’re not brave even when we’re hiding.
I’m sorry for trying to fix you. I guess I’ve never really known what to do with my hands. One day I found myself digging through your insides, trying to reassemble the broken pieces. You never asked me to do that. You must’ve known it wouldn’t work, or maybe you didn’t want it to.
I’m sorry for hating your new girlfriend. She has a really nice smile and I’m always covering mine with my hand. I was angry because I could tell she loved you differently than I did, but maybe she has the kind of love you need. I hope someone does because you deserve that, and the idea of seeing you hold someone else’s hand doesn’t scare me anymore.
I’m sorry for holding onto us when there was nothing left to hold onto. I needed to feel something, and you were there. I think I convinced myself I was heartbroken so I didn’t have to admit that I was numb. I’m sure I’ve told you something similar to this in a drunk voicemail, but I want to tell you again. This time, without crying.
I’m sorry for all the metaphors about blood and death and tearing myself apart. At the time I truly believed that you were the one who broke my heart. I realize now that I did it to myself, so this is the last poem I’ll write for you. I mean every word.
I’m sorry for how angry our ending made me. I’m not resentful anymore, you know - towards you or myself. I’ve moved on like you always wanted me to.
I’m sorry it took so long.
”
— “This is an apology letter to the both of us for how long it took me to let things go” (via tiredbtw)