I honestly do not see the point of even typing this because this echoes how the World feels, collectively. But writing has helped me A LOT. I have been journaling on almost a daily basis — and even if it’s just mostly word vomit, it does clear my murky head, AND, it has helped me *sort things out. Here’s where I’m at : I do not know where I’m at. Lel. I try not to
Alternate Post Title : “I wish I wasn’t a hopeless romantic“ A HOPELESS ROMANTIC? IN THIS ECONOMY? Well, I’ll be damned. Spoiler Alert : I was. I have to bite my tongue. I’m not speaking damnation into my existence. Maya told me, “You’re great!” being the forking giver that I am. She’s an Aries. I trust her. Sadly not all Aries think so. Ah, imagine if I didn’t think with my heart. Imagine how happy
There’s a fucking montage playing in my head. So fucking perfect, I could cry. Most days post 11/11, I’d wish I could have someone take them away from me because beautiful memories are a double-edged sword. It would be easier to do things his way when I don’t have all this good — that’s all that was given to me, honestly. All good. Too good. I’ve been kicking myself in the head for being vulnerable,
I can’t believe how uninspired I’ve been feeling these past few months. Like, a little less put together than the usual. I don’t know if this is caused by the stars (darn you, Natal Chart), ugh. I mean, I know I’m an introvert but my being unproductive is on another level. I usually like to do things over the weekend and such, even if I just stay home, and there have been days where I’d
I’m here. Just in case you were wondering. I haven’t been around (blog-wise) much, even if I wanted to. There were a couple of things I was sorting out (emotionally and mentally). But I felt like coming here, for some reason, and … out of old (and I mean Circa 2004) habit, just … typing away. How have you been these days? I hope you know how happy I am you’re still here, and that
A little over a month ago, I started deleting photos of myself in a Bikini from my Instagram account. I became uncomfortable when an acquaintance tagged a friend of his (who I don’t even know) in one of my beach photos. I know people lurk all the time, so this shouldn’t come as a shocker, but it was a wake-up call.
Then the “BRA INCIDENT” happened, which triggered a lot of feelings, and was an even worse wake-up call. I proceeded to delete almost all of my beach and workout photos, except the ones taken reasonably far away.
We are all fighting for our right to express ourselves in whichever way we see fit without the fear of being generalised and labeled, without fear of harassment. I was once a soldier of this cause, and I still am — only I’ve decided to take a different approach.
(artwork by Lemon Sucker)
Oh, to be a Woman. To be vulnerable.
Regardless of our strength, we will always be seen as the weaker sex. We will always be the one taken advantage of.
When a Man is characteristically described as “Feminine”, it is oftentimes seen negatively, also making them vulnerable, because they are seen as weak.
I know everyone is prone to harassment, don’t get me wrong. But we all know this : If you have a Vagina, you are pretty much doomed.