What To Do When Your Boyfriend’s Asshole Best Friend Says, “Hey, Never Trust Anything That Bleeds For Seven Days And Doesn’t Die,
OR The Only Poem I’ll Ever Write About Periods.
Don’t excuse him because he’s had
at least three lite beers
and is sweating through his black button down
that his mom or exgirlfriend
probably bought him.
Don’t excuse him because he’s been turned down
by the last six girls he went on dates with
after meeting them on tindr
with a picture that’s seven years old
Don’t excuse him because
he’s usually such a nice guy
because you don’t want to be a bitch
because you don’t want to cause a scene
because when you were seventeen
your sister told you
no one likes an angry feminist
Let me explain something to you.
Every goddamn motherfucking month since I was eleven,
a part of me
tore itself to shreds
ripped itself apart inside me
and then remade itself.
So yes, I bleed for seven days
and I don’t die
You know what else can do that?
Things of legend.
Fuck, I can even
So I say, never trust anything that can’t
bleed for seven days and not die.
You know what that makes it?
So let’s see, hon,
What you’re made of.
If you can bleed for seven days
and not die.
Rip out his jugular with your teeth.
And when he bleeds for seven seconds
spit on his corpse and say,
I thought not.
“Despite what you may have been taught, your sensitivity doesn’t make you weak. It doesn’t make you too emotional, too soft, or in any way too much. It has always been and will always be a strength. The truth is that you can be soft and still be strong. You aren’t a rock, immune to the shift and pull of the world around you. You’re the ocean. Always ebbing and flowing; easily affected by the moon and the weather. But immense and deep. Resilient and powerful. Bounding with life. Yes, you feel things intensely and yes, you’re easily wounded by others. But it’s the intensity of your feelings that gives you such incredible insight into who you are and what you need to feel whole. It’s that intensity that makes you deeply connected to yourself and the world around you. And it’s your wounds that allow you to be empathetic and compassionate towards the wounds of others. Wounds that give you an awareness to recognize when people are hurting, and tools to offer support in ways that less sensitive people might not be able to. I know that it’s so hard to believe in the moment when you feel incapacitated by your feelings, but your sensitivity is a truly a gift. Don’t let anyone, including yourself, convince you otherwise.”—Daniell Koepke (via internal-acceptance-movement)
Hi Yeti, I've been following your blog for a long time and I've always really liked your views and morals and agreed with them- however, my parents were both "dumb hippie"s an neither I nor both my sisters were immunised and out of the three of us maybe one will get a cold every two years. We've got plenty of family and friends who weren't immunised either and all of them have much better immune systems than friends who were. So poo you. Don't be rude.
I respect every person’s decision to do what they want with their own bodies, but here’s how people who decide not to participate in immunizations kill people for real:
Science-based medicine wiped out smallpox using vaccines. Smallpox, let me remind you, used to kill 400,000 Europeans PER YEAR! That’s all American gun deaths PLUS all American car deaths TIMES FIVE. So we got rid of that motherfather. With science. No big deal.
Measles, not quite the killer that Smallpox was, but we were on our way to eliminating it. Also with science. Using vaccines. Now, measles is coming back. That’s like 400 - 500 kids a year dying and 1000 people per year becoming disabled for life because hippies don’t want to vaccinate their kids.
You and your friends are healthy? That’s wonderful. I cannot tell you how happy I am for you and your friends. However, that’s not how vaccines work. You and your friends could probably all get measles and be fine a week later. No big deal. You know who it is a big deal to, though? The baby you accidentally gave measles to when you didn’t know you were contagious yet. And the old lady on the bus who was unfortunate enough to be inhaling oxygen right at the time you coughed.
They’re dead now. They’re dead forever because of your hippie parents.
Healthy people need to be vaccinated against diseases we have vaccinations for because some people are not healthy and those diseases will kill them.
So someone said to me that you can never meet a good person off the Internet. I want to prove them wrong. Reblog if you've met someone from the Internet and they've turned out to be one of the best people to ever exist.
the english language may be difficult to learn but at least we dont insist on assigning genders to inanimate objects
Except for ships, firearms and cars apparently ?
Except that all those things still take the article “the”. There is no gendered article like “le/la” in French. Calling ships “she” or “her” is an affectation, not a rule of grammar; same with firearms and cars. (Every weapon I’ve ever named was male, anyway.)