"Pretty Pretty Rainbow!" -Me "YOU'RE A Pretty Pretty Rainbow!" -My S.O.

This ant and I are the same level of smooth.

Always unsure. [Via @nathanwpyle]

“She forgot her knife that morning.” Some things come out pretty fucking ominous when I narrate my day.

I wonder how many purported "shower thoughts" are really toilet thoughts, but they didn't want to say it.

One of the really shitty things about being a minority in the U.S. is that, even though you know it’s wrong to play the Oppression Olympics, you sometimes lose the capacity to want the lack of oppression, and instead look at other oppressed communities and think “I wish we could trade our forms of oppression for a day.”

*Looks at my own butt in new jeans* "I would hit that."

I wanna hear a gay guy sing "I Kissed a Girl," like he's secure in his homosexuality, he just had a bi-curious moment. "I kissed a girl, and I liked it, the taste of her cherry chapstick. I kissed a girl, just to try it, hope my boyfriend don't mind it. It felt so wrong, it felt so right, don't mean I'm in love tonight..."

Most, if not everyone wants and enjoys relationships with others. For many who grew up being abused at the hands of those who were supposed to love them, however, the need for loving attention is both pathologically desperate, and needed for healing. The saddest part of this aftermath is that victims also often gravitate towards the abusers, who are more than happy to take advantage. The fervent need for the time, love, and respect of someone is even harder to attain for those who have been groomed to believe that neglect is normal, abuse is deserved, and basic decency is generous. In those relationships where a decent partner has been found, the formerly abused party is more likely to take the relationship quite seriously - why would their partner treat them with respect and be present unless they deeply loved them? Heartbreak ensues when their partner leaves, and they discover that, even though this person cared for them to some degree, that basic respect was not love, but simply the default behavior of a decent human being. Where it often ends is at the panic and self-loathing which dovetail with abandonment issues that come come crashing back in. We are worth more than this.

Mornings are for rooibos and rumination.

Connection noun con·nec·tion \kə-ˈnek-shən\ 1: What I would have if I could be around people, speak coherently, and make eye contact <see also: holy triad>