I hide my words from others, draft, delete, proofread, rewrite. I edit every single syllable, test the weight of them in my mouth and then usher them back into my soul, unuttered. I hold my words in the back of my throat, swallow them whole, bite my tongue, my cheek, my fingernails as I sit in my carefully constructed silence, waiting for my turn to talk.
There are moments when my words sneak out, rush past all that protocol and tumble into my silence, unbidden and unwelcome. I yank them back, chastise them for their impertinence as I stumble over outward apologies and sink again into my silence.
But with my soulmate, my words overflow. They trickle and roar. They come without reserve, pouring over every topic, every feeling, every thought. They are free and abundant, full of passion and whimsy and eager to be heard. I speak and I speak and I speak so many, many words until my mouth is dry and my soul is light. And maybe she doesn’t need them, but I do.
(Source: touchn2btouched, via your-kat)
God damn it I just got sucked into the tumblr vortex I was supposed to leave the house an hour ago I don’t even have pants on yet
I fucking love you, Tumblr. I know I’ve been all distant and aloof lately… and like we don’t talk and I never call or return your texts… but I fucking love you, man. I love you. You’re always there for me, you know? At 4am when I’m supposed to be writing a paper, during practicum when I’m supposed to be submitting clinical notes, even now when I’m supposed to be finishing a presentation. You don’t care, you don’t judge, you just welcome me back with open arms and open dashboard. I just… I want you to know that even though I’m that douche friend who totally ignores you until I’m bored or I want something from you, I really appreciate you. Seriously. Thanks, dude.
straight people aren’t oppressed for being straight
whoops looks like you forgot how the world works
sorry about your ignorance
Your commentary had and still has very little to do with oppression (which I am most certainly not denying) and a great deal to do with generalizing and assuming things about the people you ironically claim are generalizing and assuming things about someone else.
Whoops looks like you forgot that you don’t win a Get Out of Being an Asshole Free card just because you’re passively pointing out someone else’s oppressive behavior.
Sorry about your hypocritical commitment to the structure of double standards you seem so awfully upset about.
Nevertheless, if you feel I am a safe place at which to spew your anger and your hate, by all means, spew away. I am, thank goodness, sure enough of myself to stand against your pillar of self-righteous prattling. Let it out. Shhhh, let it all out.
If, however, by some miraculous turn of events you would actually like to have an intelligent conversation about the flaws in your (what I am very generously calling an) argument as it is currently presented, step the fuck up. Ask box to the right.