On topics ranging from employment to sexual arousal, feminists blame patriarchal sadism for every observable behavioral and statistical disparity between the sexes. But these disparities are not the machinations of an omnipotent rape cabal, rather, they stem from functional differences between the male and female brain.
I miss filling my weekdays with you.
One word: Yikes.
She loves you so much that she cannot really tell you about her thoughts because she is afraid she will lose you.
I will love you always, but you’re not the man for me. You’re not my soulmate, “the one”, or any other phrase describing the idea that there is only one human on the planet for each individual.
I never believed in myself or that I was ever enough for anyone, then she came along and built me up to be so much more than I ever was. She pushed me to the edge only to make me realise that it’s okay to fall.
He thought of me.
I thought of him always.
Recently, I found myself in a Facebook debate for the first since the 2008 presidential election. It was on January 10th, the day David Bowie died.
It’s about you knowing that I am the person who will fight for you. I understand, that at first, you may have only a little love to give. And that’s okay. A kernel of your love will warm my heart for a lifetime, and you have to know that.
Sisters are supposed to protect each other, to make sure the other is not just surviving, but thriving. They’re supposed to save each other, to make sure the other is not falling, but flying.