There is still so much of the world I haven’t seen, so many places I haven’t walked, so many mountains I haven’t stood before in complete awe of them. There are people I haven’t loved, and friendships waiting to form. Sunsets and ice cream and beaches and hugging and laughing and living. There is…
You’re probably thinking of words like slut, whore, bitch, cunt (I told you not to hold back!), skank.
Okay, now, what are the worst things you can call a guy? Fag, girl, bitch, pussy. I’ve even heard the term “mangina.”
Notice anything? The worst thing you can call a girl is a girl. The worst thing you can call a guy is a girl. Being a woman is the ultimate insult. Now tell me that’s not royally fucked up."
at eight years old.
Shakespeare was married at eighteen
and completed his first play at twenty six.
My grandmother carried life in her hips at fifteen
and had three declarations of young love
by the time she was nineteen.
My grandfather had barely gotten over puberty
when he took his first trip-
a tromp over unknown countryside with
a gun on his back and a
stained uniform as his only clothes.
I am twenty and all I feel like doing
is falling asleep until the
another revolution of the sun."
— I’ll Be Well-Rested Once I Turn Twenty-One | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)