a girl can respect herself and still take booty pics wtf y’all talkin about
When did loving yourself
become so rare, that it’s
revolutionary to do so?
Do not mock a pain that you haven’t endured.
Do you take pride in the hurt? Does it make you feel large and tragic?
And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
Do you remember the way the girls
would call out ‘love you!’
conveniently leaving out the ‘I’
as if they didn’t want to commit
to their own declarations.