'Better-for-girls...'

He says ‘I don’t get it, why are you still a virgin at 24?’
He says ‘I don’t believe you, I’ve seen you walk, virgins don’t walk like that’
He says, ‘That ain’t natural, people are supposed to fuck.’
Asks ‘Why though? No offense though.’
I ask ‘When was your first time?’
He says ‘I was 12’
He says ‘I know what you’re thinking, that’s too young.’
I look at his knuckles, he has two good hands.
He says ‘She was older than me.’
I ask ‘How old?’
And he says ‘It’s better that the girl is older, that’s how I learnt all things I know’
He licks his lips.
I ask again ‘How old?’
He says ‘I could use one finger to make you sob’
I think of my brother in prison and I can’t remember his face.
I ask again ‘How old?’
He says ‘Boys become men in the laps of women, you know?’
I think of my mother’s face lined with her bad choices in men.
He says ‘If you were mine you wouldn’t get away with this shit, I’d eat you for hours, I’d gut you like fruit.’
I think of my cousin’s circumcision, how she feels like a mermaid, not human from the waist down.
He says ‘I’d look after you, you know?’
I laugh, I ask for the last time ‘How old?’
He says ’34.’
He says ‘She was beautiful though and I know what you’re thinking but it’s not like that, I’m a man, I’m a man, I’m a man. No one could ever hurt me.
—  “Crude Conversations with Boys Who Fake Laughter Often” by Warsan Shire

So I’ve just realised that in less than a year’s time little girls will probably be able to buy toy versions of “Leia’s Lightsaber”. Little girls are going to be able to pretend to be girl Jedi with a female Jedi’s weapon in their hand.
Little girls are going to be able to see themselves in the main character Jedi and it’s going to be AMAZING!

This is how my girlfriend, sog0fuckingnuts, lays on me while we watch movies. I couldn’t ask for a better one. I can’t promise that we’ll have the perfect relationship, but I can promise that I will make it worth your while. Trust me when I say that I brag about you enough, but not too much (I can be selfish sometimes). When I randomly stare at you, just know I’m still in awe that you’re even mine. I will always find your little “imperfections” to be perfect to me. I will tell you I miss you a million times a day, but it will probably never be enough for me to fully convey how I feel. I will always do any and everything I can to make you happy. I know every couple argues, so I will try my hardest to never let you go to sleep upset. Dates? I love them and I hope to go on hundreds with you, but sometimes I just want to stay in bed and cuddle with you all day. I will always take your sweatpants and hoodies, that’s just how it goes. I know materialistic items don’t mean much, but sometimes they can mean the world and that’s exactly what you deserve. I love scary movies, but don’t be fooled when I say I’m not scared, because on the inside I’m probably freaked out. I have a thing for kid’s movies, so if we just so happen to watch the Treasure Planet or Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs together, I will probably start mumbling the words. I can’t ever promise that I will never get jealous when it comes to you, but I will never let it ruin our relationship. I will dance behind your back because I’m too shy to fully dance in front of you. I will be the one to kill the bugs as long as you save me from the frogs. I will tell you I miss you even when you’re sitting right next to me. I‘m an asshole most of the time, but only because I’m really comfortable around you. You can handle my sarcasm, and even return it 10 fold. I bite my tongue ring a lot when I’m nervous and I pace when I’m anxious. I absolutely love animals, so I hope you don’t get annoyed when we’re out and I ask if I can pet every dog I see. I have an unfortunate tendency to push people away, but I hope that you never leave because that’s the last thing I want. I love making your favorite foods and holding your hand while one of us is driving. I will sit on your back and give you a massage, and laugh with you until our stomachs hurt. I will stay up all night and talk about what scares us, and binge watch movies on Netflix. We’ll dress up and go on dates, and randomly go get food at 3am because we’re starving and can’t sleep. I want to make a million unforgettable memories with you. I want to support your dreams and goals. I want to grow and experience life with you. I’m happy with you. 

What if that “girlfriend” Daniel stole from Terence was actually some anime figure of his waifu. Like, Daniel went into his room and took it as a joke and Terence beat his brother’s ass for touching his waifu.

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“He says ‘I don’t get it, why are you still a virgin at 24?’
He says ‘I don’t believe you, I’ve seen you walk, virgins don’t walk like that’
He says, ‘That ain’t natural, people are supposed to fuck.’
Asks ‘Why though? No offense though.’
I ask ‘When was your first time?’
He says ‘I was 12’
He says ‘I know what you’re thinking, that’s too young.’
I look at his knuckles, he has two good hands.
He says ‘She was older than me.’
I ask ‘How old?’
And he says ‘It’s better that the girl is older, that’s how I learnt all things I know’
He licks his lips.
I ask again ‘How old?’
He says ‘I could use one finger to make you sob’
I think of my brother in prison and I can’t remember his face.
I ask again ‘How old?’
He says ‘Boys become men in the laps of women, you know?’
I think of my mothers faced lined with her bad choices in men.
He says ‘If you were mine you wouldn’t get away with this shit, I’d eat you for hours, I’d gut you like fruit.’
I think of my cousins circumcision, how she feels like a mermaid, not human from the waist down.
He says ‘I’d look after you, you know?’
I laugh, I ask for the last time ‘How old?’
He says ’34.’
He says ‘She was beautiful though and I know what you’re thinking but it’s not like that, I’m a man, I’m a man, I’m a man. No one could ever hurt me.’” 

—"Crude Conversations with Boys Who Fake Laughter Often,”  Warsan Shire 


artwork by Daehyun Kim

Bathroom

***can you please make a stiles imagine where you two are in a relationship & you get really jealous & sad because he keeps flirting with lydia, but he reassures you that you’re the only one for him? please make it super fluffly! thank you so much :) <3***

You’d been watching them every time they were together and every single time you couldn’t help the dull ache in your chest. It was the way they matched, the way they complimented each. The golden eyed boy and the redheaded girl. They made the perfect team and it hurt so god damn much that your boyfriend was suited much better to this girl than you.

It’s in the study hall when you know you can’t handle it anymore. Your chair squeals as you jump out of your seat and all eyes turn to you, including the two people whose eyes you can’t bare to meet. 

“Where are you going?” Stiles asks.

You shoulder you bag, angling yourself away from them so they can’t see the tears already forming in your eyes. 

“I’m just going, Stiles.” Your voice cracks as you make a hasty exit. 

It’s when you make it into closest bathroom, that you lose it. You’re thankful everyone is in class, it would only make it worse if people could see. You lean against the wall and sink to the flaw as if your body couldn’t hold the weight of your thoughts anymore. 

You can hear as fast footsteps approach and you quickly wipe your tears away. The last thing you needed was some girl to go around spreading gossip. 

“(y/n)?” A familiar and definitely not masculine voice asks.

Panic floods through you immediately as Stiles turns the corner. You quickly scramble to your feet.

“Stiles, what are you doing? This is the girls’ bathroom.” You sniffle. 

The longer you look at him, the more you feel like you’re staring at a puppy with a broken heart. He looks like he wants to hug you but you think he can sense he’s part of the problem, so he stays where he is.

“Why are you crying, (y/n)?” He asks with a soft voice. 

It’s enough for more tears to roll silently down your face, you press your lips together and shake your head.

“Of course you don’t see it.” You look away, a sad smile on your face. 

His eyes are pleading. “Can you tell me what’s wrong? Please… I just want to help…”

You swipe at the warm tears. “I’m just so sick of watching you and Lydia together, Stiles. The way you wordlessly communicate and understand each other. It doesn’t help the fact that you used to love her, god it only makes the images in my head that much worse.”

“That’s where I’m going to have to stop you.” He says, grabbing your hands and warming them with his. “Do you know what’s wrong with what you’re saying?”

You hesitate before you shake your head.

“What’s wrong with what you’re saying is I don’t love Lydia.”

“But-” You try.

He’s having none of it. “No buts. I love you, and I have since the moment you told Mr. Harris where he can shove his sulfuric acid when he tried to say that girl’s can’t be good scientists.”

You manage a watery laugh at the memory and Stiles pulls you closer.

“I have never met someone who is as beautiful and smart as you are.”

You close your eyes at his words. “Lydia is more beautiful and smart.”

He shakes his had. “Not to me. You are so perfectly imperfect and I love you for it. I could never get enough of being with and around you.”

That’s when he kissed you, despite the teasr, despite the running make-up, he kissed you. You knew then that what he was saying he meant every word. And you loved him too. 

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today’s study outfit. one week left until finals. two weeks until summer. three weeks until my trip to europe. trying to stay positive. hope your day is great! p.s. sorry for the weird faces, i can’t take a serious picture for the life of me.

like or reblog this if you’re a fitblr or studyblr, i need some new people to follow for inspiration! :)