Disney Princesses By Melaniedelon
Cool

Cool
FUCK YES SCREAM THIS SHIT FUCKING LOUDER
I used to think I was getting away with something.
“Girls don’t count,” I’d say, running my fingers up her arm at the bar. “Don’t you know that?”
We both had boyfriends. Long-term boyfriends. Mine had introduced me to the concept.
“I wouldn’t feel threatened,” he’d say. “I know they could never compete.”
He meant that a woman, no matter how attached I got, could never “steal” me away from him. He meant that he’d only care about male penetration, about “sex” in the most typical terms. I was young and I didn’t value myself and I hadn’t been taught a lot about feminism or how relationships should work. I said nothing, because I wanted it to be true.
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We went on a date, she and I. We saw a movie and then she came over and we drank wine and watched TV and hooked up on the couch and fell asleep. We were drunk and we laughed. I held her.
The next morning, he was angry.
“I thought girls didn’t count,” I said.
“Yeah, but you like, went on a date,” he said.
“We saw a movie,” I replied. “She has a boyfriend.”
“It was a date,” he said. He was irritated.
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“How many people have you been with?,” they all ask, adding: “Girls don’t count.”
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These girls. I remember them. They happened. They were there with me. They had red hair and bright red lipstick and they wore Boston Red Sox hoodies and they loved Russian literature and they had big, wily pet dogs and they spent the night.
I talked to them at parties or met them in the dorms freshman year or they were friends of friends who stroked my hair and said, “I just think everyone’s a little bit bisexual, don’t you?”
I loved them. They were real and they shared themselves with me and we spent time together at thrift shops and in classes and at bars and at friends’ dinner parties. We held hands while other couples passed around a joint. We buried our faces in each other’s soft necks under the covers. These were relationships. These were people I was with.
“I want us to be monogamous,” men say. “But you know, obviously girls don’t count.”
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When did you first have sex?
It depends on what you mean. There was a girl in high school.
No, I mean your virginity. When did you lose it?
Oh.
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He is masturbating. I ask, “What do you want?” He says, “Tell me about when you were with your ex-girlfriend.”
Later, I say my ex-boyfriend’s name when telling a story about last year and he tells me, “You know, I could stand to hear less about him.”
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“I just think you’ll end up with a man in the end,” he says when we’re walking to a bar.
“That’s presumptuous,” I reply.
“I just feel like you will.”
“Because you’re threatened?”
“What?”
“Because it threatens you to know that I could one day not need a dick. That, god forbid, a woman who could end up with either actually chooses to disregard your precious penis.”
“Hey, take it easy. I was just giving you relationship advice.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
At the bar, our friends wonder why we aren’t speaking. Even he is confused by what happened. He doesn’t know what he did wrong.
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For a long time, I said nothing. Because if they thought it wasn’t cheating, who was I to argue? I had freedom. I was getting one over on them. I was winning.
They were real. They were real and they counted. They’re not shadows among the men I saw. But I wanted them to be. I wanted to avoid the consequences, to avoid thinking, to avoid wondering what it meant. These men, they told me what it meant: it meant nothing.
And I told other women this fallacy. I moved in to kiss their necks and ears and said, “Girls don’t count, don’t you know?”
And later, they counted. And later, I knew.
A Bonfire in Norway. :)
THE BEACONS OF MINAS TIRITH ARE LIT
THE BEACONS ARE LIT
GONDOR CALLS FOR AID
MUSTER THE ROHIRRIM
*muffled lotr theme played in the distance*
Bless the Tolkienites
Where have you all been
We may have gotten lost. Twice.
We may have wandered. But not all those who wander are lost.
Some of us were awaking from the ashes.
Some of us were gathering courage in unlikely places.
Some of us stopped for second breakfast~
I don’t think they know about Second Breakfast, man.
What about elevensies?
Don’t think they know about that either.
Oh this fanom. I love you XD
The Tolkien fandom is amazing.
Mary: say Mama sweetie, Ma-ma
John: no, say Dada! Da-da!
Baby Watson: … …
Mary: come on, say it! Mah-mah
John: Dah-dah!
Baby Watson: …Ma-da.. Mah-dah…
Mary: no, its ma-Mah!
John: it’s Da-da, actually!
Baby Watson: mah-dah… mur-dah… MURDER!
Mary: …
John: … what the
Mary and John: …………..SHERLOCK!!!!!!!!
Sherlock:
cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat
this cat lives in a show horse barn which is why it walks and runs that way
THIS CAT THINKS ITS A HORSE
Aro laughed. “Ha ha ha,” he giggled.
-Stephenie Meyer New Moon
Excuse me but
“His voice is warm and husky like dark melted chocolate fudge caramel… or something.” -EL James Fifty Shades of Gray
I suddenly feel much more confident in my own abilities as a writer
I was just feeling bad about my own writing but this oh my god thank you
Phantom faces at the window, phantom shadows on the floor. Empty chairs at empty tables where my friends will meet no more.
“WHAT ARE YOU EATING”
[fam-uh-lee, fam-lee] noun, plural families. 7.a group of persons who form a household under one head, including parents, children, and servants.
Black Butler: Book of Circus + text posts
i want a relationship but i want them to be like a friend to me, i dont want the relationship to be all about kissing, making out and sex i just wanna hang out with them, and go places, and just have fun wherever we go
This
FACES
BODIES
ANIMALS & CREATURES
OTHERS
“what’s your favorite position in bed?”
near the wall so I can use my phone while it’s charging