how i will love you: my hands are shaky so i cannot carry two things at once without risking one of them dropping. i will bring your hot cocoa all the way from the kitchen to the couch before i go back to get my own. you will say, “you’re missing it” but i will watch you blindly take a sip of Nesquik’s magic blend and this to me will be more comforting than all of the explosions of the terrible action movie we’ve dedicated the past half hour to.
how i will love you: with sirens in my teeth that sob about everything. you will ask why i clench my jaw when i sleep, i will tell you that the nightmares are back and they are hunting. i have the ashes of burned forest coursing through my bloodstream. there are days where you will kiss me and you will taste nothing but screams.
how i will love you: i will read aloud your horoscope before mentioning mine. i will only tell you the dreams where you are the main character or if imaginary you and i made out a lot and bought ice cream. i will make you sandwiches, but only if you ask nicely. i will offer you my coat even though it would never fit you and i’m only wearing one layer underneath. i will worry about you, because i worry about everything.
how i will love you: you will not hear from me on the worst nights, because sadness makes my words go silent. you will have to hunt for the evidence that i’m ready to die in fractured unsure sentences that are entirely devoid of light. you will know me for my tidal waves: that i pull back into my ocean entirely before i spill over and ruin everything. i cannot commit you to being my anchor. i will hide from you and think that this is how i save you.
how i will love you: one day i will tell you about where the scars are from and we will count them. there will be a lot more than you can see because not all of my scars are on the outside of me. and if after this you can still kiss me in all honesty, i will tie together universes to bring you whatever you want or need.
how i will love you: my hands will shake and sometimes i will come apart at the seams. you will probably occasionally wonder if the world will end before i stop talking. i will steal all of your comfy clothing. i will try to adopt more plants than you feel comfortable owning. i will occasionally demand silence while i pick a corner and read. i cannot promise i will be perfect or even close to the person that you need. i can only say that when i’m having cake, i will save you the last piece.
1.) My daughter will never be taught that a boy being mean to her means that he likes her.
2.) My son will not be taught to make fun of a girl if he likes her. He will be taught to be nice to her and try to be her friend.
3.) My daughter will never be shamed for her body. She will never see me shaming MY body. A girl with a confident mother, has a good idea of what body positivity is at a young age. She will never see me shame another woman for what she looks like.
4.) I dare my son to call her fat or ugly. That thought should barely cross his mind. But if it does, he’ll keep his comments to himself.
5.) Sex will not be taboo. it will not be strange to talk about. They will understand it, how it works, and there bodies once they’re mature enough.
6.) My daughter will never feel less of a person for having sex. She will be taught to never let a comment like “slut” or “whore” keep her from doing a completely natural thing. She’ll understand that she can come to me when she is ready, and I will give her the protection she needs.
7.) If my son calls a girl a slut or treats a girl with less respect because of the amount of partners she has, he can say goodbye to all his friends and all his stuff became that just won’t be tolerated.
8.) Consent will be taught by the time they can walk. My daughter has the rights to her body. She can say “please don’t touch me” without being scared or uncomfortable. My son will be taught to always ask to hug a girl or touch a girl in any ways. Sexually or not, consent will be extremely important.
9.) My son and daughter will understand that depression runs in the family. That there is absolutely no shame in asking for help.
10.) yelling and hitting doesn’t solve anything. Yelling will be kept to a minimum and hitting is what cavemen do.
11.) if my son wants to do ballet, he can do ballet. If he wants to wear pink, sparkly shoes, he can wear pink, Sparkly shoes. If he hates pink and only likes monster trucks and wrestling, then that’s the coolest thing ever. He can be whoever he wants and that’s amazing.
12.) My daughter can play t-ball and she can wear her dads or brothers clothes. She can tell me she absolutely hates piano lessons and refuses to wear a dress on picture day. I won’t tell her she isn’t girly or feminine enough. I won’t tell her she looks like boy as if it’s a bad thing.
13.) Sexuality and gender expression is encouraged and nothing you are or choose to be regarding either is bad. If my son comes to me saying he’s Gay, I’ll hug him and say I’m proud. If my daughter comes home holding Susie Q’s hand, I’ll hug them both and say I’m proud. We will celebrate when they realize who they are. Straight and cisgendered included.
14.) They will be raised to be tolerant, but to stand up for what’s wrong. Other people having different opinions is okay. No matter how ridiculous it is. other religions are okay. No religion is okay. conservative opinions or liberal opinions are okay. It’s not okay when those opinions lead to wrong-doing and hateful comments.
15.) Neither of them are ever going to think that when a female has sex, she will get “loose.” They will have a complete understanding of the human body and how it works when they’re old enough. They will have correct and healthy sex and body education.*(via the-hooded-queerent)
when you ask someone what’s up and they answer “the sky”
when you ask someone where they are and they say “in my skin”
when you ask someone what time it is and they say “time to get a watch”
Why are all of the reactions of black people. I mean white people can give a judgemental look.
When white people say “Why are all of the reactions of black people. I mean white people can give a judgemental look.”