the other kind of special

i'm loud
i'm passive
i've got 24 moods in a day.

you'll have to know me to love me
because what you see is not what you get.

I'm the girl with the glasses.

Dear J

I don’t know if this is the end of us yet. But I’m sorry it got all very complicated. Bear in mind that when you decided to let me go and how I still fought for a ‘us’, you completely gave me no attention. Whilst another guy was willing to give me all the love in the world, I told myself day by day that maybe we are just people that cross paths, or how sometimes beautiful things are not meant to be kept, I cried trying to fall for someone else. I tried to close our chapter. I did not want to believe it but I had to because you disappeared. Hope died.

I don’t know where we will end up in the future but maybe you will be my always. I love you.

Sorry if I fear commitment because you’ve told me “i love you” before and you went missing.

When I was 12 boys slid their hand up my thigh and slapped my butt. I smiled and took it because I didn’t know it was okay to say stop. I didn’t know that I could say no. So, when the principal calls telling me my daughter is suspended for punching a boy who wouldn’t stop touching her, I will cook her favorite meals. When she tells me how she cursed at the boy who wouldn’t move his hands off her knee even though she asked him to, I will smile and pull out her favorite movie to watch together. I will celebrate the fact that she accepts her body as her own and knows she has the right to say no. I never want my daughter to think her body belongs to men, because it is her own and my god should she be proud. I will teach her it’s more than okay to say stop, something I wish I had known when I was that age.

—don’t be soft, let the world know you exist // 5-26-14 // 9:01AM (via restrictedthoughts)

(Source: restrictedthoughts, via metallicruins)