Reminder: Women do not need to be polite to someone who is making them uncomfortable.
Having roommates that yell ALL THE TIME. Like dude I’m right here
A period feels like there’s a tiny fairy dance club in my uterus stepping on millions of grapes and make wine to awful techno music.
I want to forget everything you told me. I want to wash away how uncertain you made me. How scared I was of losing you. How I lost you anyway. I don’t want to know how your hands feel or what makes you smile. I don’t want to see you in photos, familiar like a dream I had once or a book I never finished. I don’t want to speak about you in snippets or think about how I behaved. Or know that I still think about it. Or know that you’re not just a lamp or a blade of grass, indistinguishable from the rest.