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I’m revisiting the platform to take a trip down memory lane. I might even start actually using it again but not sure if I will post on here or make a new page.
Anyway if you are an old friend reading this for some reason, text me? My number hasn’t changed.
She can have your dial tone,
I don’t need the sound of
your unreliability anymore.
She can take your tongue
coated in whiskey,
I don’t need the feeling
of regret pressed
inside of my mouth.
Mostly when it’s a taste
that I will never acquire.
She can make a home
out of your heart,
I don’t need the eviction notices
every week, only there
when you think you know best.
She can have your love,
I don’t need the weight
of never being good enough
on my shoulders anymore.
“I don’t want it and I don’t need it,” - CB (via mostlyfiction)
Sometimes unfinished business is better left unfinished. It bothers your soul for a while, but in the long run it’s good for you. Leave the negativity behind mid sentence. There’s nothing more to be said.
Walmart hires vampires. This explains why it’s open 24 hours a day, why working there is often described as ‘soul-sucking’, and why there’s almost always no windows.
Most damningly, Walmart is one of the few stores that specifically hires a ‘greeter’ with no other job than to welcome every person into the store.
I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.
The Husband: *while looking at some of my tumblr posts on feminism* Do girls really do that? Are you constantly aware of where other guys are and if they might be a threat to you.
Me: Yeah.
The Husband: Seriously?
Me: Dude, when I'm alone, I carry my keys in my hand Wolverine-style to go from the parking lot to the grocery store. If I'm in a building where it's just me a some guys, I move closer to the exit. If I'm alone on the street and a guy starts to follow me, I go into a shop or something until he passes.
The Husband: You're constantly aware of this? I've never seen you like this before.
Me: Yeah, well, when we're together, I feel safer. You're a big guy. Other guys won't mess with me when I'm with you.
The Husband: But alone...?
Me: Constant vigilance.
The Husband: Wow. I had no idea. I've never felt like that.
Me: That's how I live my life. That's how all girls live their lives.