Concept: I Am Not Anxious About It Anymore. I Don’t Think About It Anymore. I’m Finally Done.

[A white fortune cookie paper with blue text reading: The stars appear every night in the sky. All is well. Lucky Numbers 10, 16, 18, 27, 30, 32]

“If you’re brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new hello.” — Paulo Coelho Endings are beginnings in disguise. Every goodbye clears the path for something meaningful. Trust the timing and let go.

i need to find a really hot person with really low standards

In health class today, we got a “what should you say back to somebody who tries pressures you into sex” worksheet. This is what I wrote. And below, what it says, in case you’re having trouble with the picture or reading my handwriting. "Come on, just this once." - I’d rather have pizza and watch a movie. "What could it hurt?" - You, if you keep pestering me. "Everybody’s doing it." - Too bad I’m not everybody. "If you loved me, you’d let me." - If you loved me, you’d buy me Supernatural on Blu-Ray. Hand ‘em over. "I promise we’ll use a condom every time." - *stares blankly until partner gets uncomfortable and leaves* "No one has to know." - No one has to know if I murder you. "What are you afraid of?" - Spiders, needles, wasps, clowns, heights, murderers… "Don’t you love me enough to have sex with me?" - No. "You’re just chicken." - *starts twitching wildly, making chicken noises, and flaps arms like wings* "Don’t you want to know what it’s like?" - Not with you. "Everyone knows you’ve done it before." - I’d think I’d remember something like that. "Maybe you just don’t like boys." - Yes, I’m a lesbian. "Put out or get out." - Okay, bye. "I’m clean, I promise." - Maybe you should take a bath, then, just to be sure.

Two months into our relationship you once asked me how much I loved you and I just said “From here”. You didn’t get it and you got mad and thought I was playing around.

Breaking up after almost two years together, I sent you a message 6 months later saying “To Here”.

You still didn’t get it.

I should get a medal for not having killed my father thus far.

“Consensual sex” is just sex. To say that implies that there is such a thing as “non consensual sex”, which there isn’t. That’s rape. That is what it needs to be called. There is only sex or rape. Do not teach people that rape is just another type of sex. They are two very separate events. You wouldn’t say “breathing swimming” and “non breathing swimming”, you say swimming and drowning.