College kids literally don’t care about walking in the way of cars at school because we’re like “hit me i don’t care pay my tuition.”
"Hit me my thesis is due in 12 hours and I haven’t started it"
"Hit me I have a final in an hour and I didn’t study"
"Hit me I’ve been on a 24 hour drinking binge and I’m invincible"
"Hit me. You’re a university vehicle and I’ll get free tuition."
"Hit me I feel like a failure anyway"
Baby, learn to be soft
there will be moments when the world will try and change you
try and carve you into stone
when you’re at your first party
and the girls are drunk
do not leer, do not touch
lead them gently home
when they open their hungry mouths
hold them careful
do not shame them,
girls are not taught shame from their mothers but from men who want to fuck them and can’t remember their names after
say ‘sorry, another time’
say ‘let me call you a cab’
make sure they get through their front door make sure they do not hurt make sure their knees are not trembling
do not use your hands
baby learn to be honey and warmth
hold women the same way I held you
like I was carrying 7 pounds of screaming gold in my shaking arms
say their names like prayer or a plea
but do not use words like ‘slut’ and ‘bitch’ and ‘whore’
do not raise your fists do not raise your voice
that you do not have to love them to respect them remember their right to ‘no’
remember your mother and how she loved you like this: quiet, gentle and full, like an ocean at midnight, remember to love the same
I’m so full of you that there are parts of me that can only respond to your touch. My hair, my mouth, my throat: they’re all anxious for you. They’re all waiting. Anyone else feels like they don’t belong. But you, you’ve got me all wired up, nerves twisted into knots, hands fucking shaking before they’ve even touched. You feel like home even though you’re not. That’s the most terrifying part of it all. You’re not, but the rest of me is convinced that you are.
—Azra.T “Homeostasis” (via 5000letters)