like how much more obvious does this need to be made for people to get it?
this isnt even an exaggeration
like at all
The 10% own 90%
The 90% own 10%
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I DONT THINK IVE EVER SEEN ANYTHING CUTER OH GOSH
OMG
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Posted: October - 18 - 2014 1 day ago with: 115,863 notes - Reblog
she fell headfirst into the dirt and came up with a mouthful of gravel and lines of blood chasing each other down her legs
when she told her teacher what happened, she laughed and said ‘boys will be boys honey don’t let it bother you
he probably just thinks you’re cute’
but the thing is,
when you tell a little girl who has rocks in her teeth and scabs on her knees that hurt and attention are the same
you teach her that boys show their affection through aggression
and she grows into a young woman who constantly mistakes the two
because no one ever taught her the difference
‘boys will be boys’
turns into
‘that’s how he shows his love’
and bruises start to feel like the imprint of lips
she goes to school with a busted mouth in high school and says she was hit with a basketball instead of his fist
the one adult she tells scolds her
‘you know he loses his temper easily
why the hell did you have to provoke him?’
so she shrinks
folds into herself, flinches every time a man raises his voice
by the time she’s 16 she’s learned her job well
be quiet, be soft, be easy
don’t give him a reason
but for all her efforts, he still finds one
‘boys will be boys’ rings in her head
‘boys will be boys
he doesn’t mean it
he can’t help it’
she’s 7 years old on the playground again
with a mouth full of rocks and blood that tastes like copper love
because boys will be boys baby don’t you know
that’s just how he shows he cares
she’s 18 now and they’re drunk
in the split second it takes for her words to enter his ears they’re ruined
like a glass heirloom being dropped between the hands of generations
she meant them to open his arms but they curl his fists and suddenly his hands are on her and her head hits the wall and all of the goddamn words in the world couldn’t save them in this moment
she touches the bruise the next day
boys will be boys
aggression, affection, violence, love
how does she separate them when she learned so early that they’re inextricably bound, tangled in a constant tug-of-war
she draws tally marks on her walls ratios of kisses to bruises
one entire side of her bedroom turns purple, one entire side of her body
boys will be boys will be boys will be boys
when she’s 20, a boy touches her hips and she jumps
he asks her who the hell taught her to be scared like that and she wants to laugh
doesn’t he know that boys will be boys?
it took her 13 years to unlearn that lesson from the playground
so I guess what I’m trying to say is
i will talk until my voice is hoarse so that my little sister understands that aggression and affection are two entirely separate things
baby they exist in difference universes
my niece can’t even speak yet but I think I’ll start with her now
don’t ever accept the excuse that boys will be boys
don’t ever let him put his hands on you like that
if you see hate blazing in his eyes don’t you ever confuse it with love
baby love won’t hurt when it comes
you won’t have to hide it under long sleeves during the summer
and
the only reason he should ever reach out his hand
is to hold yours
Fortesa Latifi - Boys Will Be Boys
(And Why That Is The Stupidest Thing You Could Ever Say To A Little Girl)
This hit me like a car
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Posted: October - 18 - 2014 1 day ago with: 246,011 notes - Reblog
Nature is so effortlessly beautiful.
In the spring the flowers turn bright gorgeous shades of multiple flawless colors. The grass comes back to life from the dead of winter and becomes a lush green.
In the fall the leaves change into a pallet of different colors and fall to the earth covering the ground.
Animals don’t have to think about what colors their coats are. The spots or stripes that cover them. The almost flawless colors that make each of them so unique and beautiful in their own way.
I wonder if humanity was ever like this. I wonder if there was a time where we embraced out beauty through the changing seasons like the earth naturally and so easily does. Nowadays it’s so hard for me to see the beauty in myself like I can see the beauty in the moon or a sunrise. I cover myself in clothes that cover what I don’t want the world to see, and makeup to make myself look “better”.
I wish being a beautiful human was as easy as appreciating the beauty within every part of nature.
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