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I think people, women and girls especially, need to know that if you have a good thing going with another female friend, roomate, a cousin, a siblings, etc–then you don’t have to feel like marriage is like and endgame or something (if that makes sense). Ya know, lemme just make this girl centric.

Let me clarify. I see a lot of girls having happy relationships with their sisters, cousins,best friends, roommates to the point where they’ve been living together for years and are comfortable with it. And becuase of that comfort with the girls they’re living with, a lot of women just end up wanting to live/stay with their roommates, best friends, sisters/cousins, etc., for the foreseeable future.

And when a lot of girls bring this up, they’re met with “well one of you is gonna get married” or “no boy friend in the picture” or “well you can’t stay together forever/you can’t plan your lives around each other” or “what about if one of you gets a husband”

and like–seriously, just stop. when girls mention wanting to spend their lives with their boyfriends and shit, people don’t give them this much flack. girls are expected to pack up their lives to move with their boy friends/husbands.

but god forbid, two girls are just happy with each other, are in a place of comfort with the other that they wanna live together and spend their lives together (either romantic, familial or platonic), then people start to criticize them. So my point is, girls if you’re living with another girl and have been for years and you two are comfortable staying with each other and have basically spoken about just wanting to stay with each other, then do that. if this person makes you comfortable, makes you feel safe and happy, and supports you (whether romantic or not!) then do not let people ruin that bond or shame you for not getting married or being with a man or anything like that. like if you have something good going, then keep the good going.

and this doesn’t have to be romantic (if it is that’s fine too!!).

comechaos

also re ppl being like “ well you can’t stay together forever/you can’t plan your lives around each other “

um thts literally what romantic couples do? or at least are expected to do anyway, esp women in cishet relationships sooo

lexablackbird

You can totally plan your life around your friends, or one very close friend. Romance is fine, but not a prerequisite. Love is not limited like that.

yung-shamwow

I lay awake all night with sadness in my heart. Staring through the thin blinds of my apartment window. The sun in the distance, calling my name, grips the stale horizon and pulls its whole mass into the lonely black sky. Birds cheer at his victory as he smiles back at me. If he can do it every morning, so can I.

yung-shamwow

Hearsebound.

I try to live this life with Consciousness now.

I have spent nearly a year and a half on a hardwood floor in a confused alcoholic state. I only remember waking up with the taste of smoke on my dry tongue. So, I would stand up, then let the beer rush past my parched tongue as an excuse to drink. Friends would ask why my eyes were watering and I would tell them it’s because the liquor was too strong.

Not because I hated what I had become.

A year and a half.

I spent it looking for Security in the bottom of half-empty bottles.

I spent it looking for Hope in lit cigarettes. Thinking that maybe an Epiphany will strike me as roughly as the harsh smoke in my fucking newly black lungs. “Maybe this one’ll do it.” “When that Red Ember reaches the end of the filter—when this one is over—you’ll be done.”

I spent it slouching with my head between my knees, hugging my legs, wishing I wasn’t a disappointment to my mother and father.

My deep voice comes from inhaling false hope for a year and a half. I fasted from anyone’s Compassion for a year. I have permanently damaged everything that is a part of me and I’m sorry.

Every imaginable thing.

All my Bones and Muscles and Cells and Thoughts. And I cannot take any of it back.

I have to live the rest of my life with this Hearse Bound body and this Earth Bound heart.

I want to be awake for whatever happens next.

I want to be here, beautiful.

Not in the damn dirt.

yung-shamwow

If I Were an Elephant.

If I were an elephant, I would make as many elephant noises as I could; because I can.

If I were an elephant, I would never walk with pride around the Sub-Saharan Desert just because I am larger and stronger than the other animals.

If I were an elephant, I would let birds and friends stand on my back and I would talk with them. I would position above them as they rest on the rough grass, so they would have their much needed, West-African shade.

If I were an elephant, I would be aware of where of step; in fear of crushing the small ones that I care about beneath my calloused knees and feet.

If I were an elephant, I would still be afraid of the slightest noise or purr in the dark. Even if I was the toughest animal for miles.

If I were an elephant, I would turn my body and connect my trunk with my tail when I’m scared; to keep myself from feeling lonely in the dark.

If I were an elephant, I would try to live my elephant life in happiness and honest friendship. Because I am not the only animal alive in that desert.

But, sadly, I am not an elephant.

I am a human.

So I do all that I can.