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.

It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.

But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.

And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.

—(via the-master-penis)

(Source: imielise, via gatsby-esque)

didierleclair:

Some people forget that love is tucking you in and kissing you "Good night" no matter how young or old you are
Nikki Giovanni, Love is

didierleclair:

Some people forget that love is 
tucking you in and kissing you 
"Good night" 
no matter how young or old you are

Nikki Giovanni, Love is

(via xigarettes)

I crave space. It charges my batteries. It helps me breathe. Being around people can be so exhausting, because most of them love to take and barely know how to give. Except for a rare few.

—Katie Kacvinsky (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.

—Kurt Vonnegut  (via inescassiano)

(Source: seabois, via bitchytbh)