do you ever think about how no one ever fucking stays and no one has ever really truly cared about you enough to stay and think that everyone you have met and are going to meet will never care enough about you to stay till they get what they want then just leave instead of someone just staying because they care about you for longer then a week or a few weeks and you just never see that ever happening and you just get in this really fucking shitty mood bc s a m e
i honestly don’t remember doing that
Telling a young girl she can’t wear what she wants because it’s not appropriate encourages the idea that men’s reactions should dictate society’s norms, and that all women are meta-Eves, tempting and ensnaring men with our sultry-eyed gaze. My parents’ culture is steeped in patriarchy, in the philosophy of the one-step machismo machine, where there is just one kind of man, and two kinds of women: the angel and the whore. These limited ideas of masculinity breed men who want ownership of women.
every year after you turn 17 you get further away from being the age of the dancing queen and that’s my least favorite thing about growing up
ah but when you turn 34 you’re two dancing queens and thus having twice the time of your life. and at 51 you become the dancing triumvirate and three golden crowns are forged in your honor
lots to look forward to