I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out. You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness. You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.

things women worry about under patriarchy: rape, domestic violence, access to contraceptives, equal pay

It’s like being in love: giving somebody the power to hurt you and trusting (or hoping) they won’t.

The sun sees your body. The moon sees your soul.

People run from rain but sit in bathtubs full of water.