Month: February 2015
“I am a writer” I say as I’m staring at the blank piece of paper for hours.
“I love writing” I say, grinding my teeth and breaking my pencil in half.
“Writing keeps me sane” I say, laughing like a maniac and spinning my head around 360 degrees while climbing up the wall.
I’ve been pushing him away. He could feel it.
Last night we finally just said all of the things we’d been holding back and biting our tongues for. It wasn’t easy, but it felt good. Too often I lose faith in his ability to hear me. Too often I underestimate how much he cares. Too often he loses faith in my compassion. Too often he forgets that I just need to feel understood. ‘I don’t need you to move mountains, I just need you to hear me.’
And just like that, with the words hanging between us (heavy as they were), it started to feel better. He felt like my teammate again, not my adversary. I wanted him close to me.
And all it took was a deep breath and three seconds of bravery.You need to say the hard things.
Especially the hard things.Submitted to Ninja and Trouble by Her Dirty Little Heart for Submission Sunday
That thing when your husband reads some of your smut and then leaves work early to come home and fuck you….
Relationship goals.
“It takes years
as a woman
to unlearn
what you have been taught
to be sorry for.”-Amy Poehler, Yes Please
look I totally love girls and stuff but being friends with girls who aren’t feminists is so fucking exhausting like Idgaf that Suzy sucked dick for a McChicken last night Debra mind yo damn business
do u ever finish an episode of a tv show online and think “man that wouldve been a bad cliffhanger to wait a week for!” as you click the next episode