“A boy and a girl run around on the grass at the park. The boy tackles the girl. The girl laughs. She gets up and runs away. She loves to run. He chases, she turns and they grab each other, tumble and land in a pile, giggling. After a few minutes, he tackles her again and she lands a bit hard. She is bigger and physical, but he more than holds his own in roughhousing. She pauses for a second. Then she laughs again; she’s still having fun.
Dad gets his attention, and says, “If she’s not having fun, you have to stop.”
He is two. He needs to hear this now, and so does she. And again, and again, and again, so that like wearing a helmet on the bike it is ingrained.”—
I remember one night I was sitting on the porch roof texting you about animals. I said I liked dolphins and you showed me the article about how scary they can be. Then you told me about bats. Even though it is sad we rarely talk anymore, I am happy that you seem to be happy these days.
I remember this.
Thank you, I hope you’re going well. We can talk any time, I haven’t gone anywhere.
I’ll tell you, man, my friend william came to me with a message of hope; it went: “fuck you and everything that you think you know. if you don’t step outside the things that you believe they’re gonna kill you.” he said: “no one’s gonna stop you from dying young, and miserable, and right, but if you want something better, you gotta put that shit aside.”
“Stop faking your fucking orgasms. Society already tells young men that they run the fucking universe - if they can’t turn your cunt into a shooting star then for god’s sake, let them know about it.”—Some more little life lessons, by Daisy Lola (via sh-ocking)