Not everyone hurt you ... when you think about it, the only one who always wanted to help you was shunned, by the sea lady, due to the actions of others ... and then he was falsely grouped in with those foes. Maybe some people should make sure love is gone before disappearing. And yes, I am unicorn. A handsome one waiting for his pretty sea witch.
Who are you reveal yourself at once. I hope you’re that unicorn I met two summer’s ago. Everyone else can back off because I’m a bitter old woman now from all the shit I’ve taken from others. Unless you’re that unicorn. You can come over for tea and cookies tomorrow afternoon.
And how will I ever forgive you
How can I
My fingertips running along the frayed edges
Like paperback novels worn with use
We open them again
Pages fall to the floor
Like bits of broken glass
Shattered by that trembling hand
And how could I ever look at you again
Imagine you have a Rolex watch. Nice fancy Rolex, you bought it because you like the way it looks and you wanted to treat yourself. And then you get beaten and mugged and your Rolex is stolen. So you go to the police. Only, instead of investigating the crime, the police want to know why you were wearing a Rolex instead of a regular watch. Have you ever given a Rolex to anyone else? Is it possible you wanted to be mugged? Why didn’t you wear long sleeves to cover up the Rolex if you didn’t want to be mugged?
And then after that, everywhere you go, there are constant jokes about stealing your Rolex. People you don’t even know whistle at your Rolex and make jokes about cutting your hand off to get it. The media doesn’t help either; it portrays people who wear Rolexes as flamboyant assholes who secretly just want someone to come along and take that Rolex off their hands. When damn, all you wanted was to wear a nice watch without getting harassed for it. When you complain that you are starting to feel unsafe, people laugh you off and say that you are too uptight. Never mind you got violently attacked for the crime of wearing a friggin time piece.
Imagining all that? It sucks, doesn’t it.
Now imagine you could never take the Rolex off.”—The Wretched of the Earth: On Rape Culture (via exoticwild)
“Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.”—Sylvia Plath (via lepetithomme)