four things (by k.p.k)
"when she was 7, a boy pushed her on the playground
she fell headfirst into the dirt and came up with a mouthful of gravel and lines of blood chasing each other down her legs
when she told her teacher what happened, she laughed and said ‘boys will be boys honey don’t let it bother you
he probably just thinks you’re cute’
but the thing is,
when you tell a little girl who has rocks in her teeth and scabs on her knees that hurt and attention are the same
you teach her that boys show their affection through aggression
and she grows into a young woman who constantly mistakes the two
because no one ever taught her the difference
‘boys will be boys’
turns into
‘that’s how he shows his love’
and bruises start to feel like the imprint of lips
she goes to school with a busted mouth in high school and says she was hit with a basketball instead of his fist
the one adult she tells scolds her
‘you know he loses his temper easily
why the hell did you have to provoke him?’
so she shrinks
folds into herself, flinches every time a man raises his voice
by the time she’s 16 she’s learned her job well
be quiet, be soft, be easy
don’t give him a reason
but for all her efforts, he still finds one
‘boys will be boys’ rings in her head
‘boys will be boys
he doesn’t mean it
he can’t help it’
she’s 7 years old on the playground again
with a mouth full of rocks and blood that tastes like copper love
because boys will be boys baby don’t you know
that’s just how he shows he cares
she’s 18 now and they’re drunk
in the split second it takes for her words to enter his ears they’re ruined
like a glass heirloom being dropped between the hands of generations
she meant them to open his arms but they curl his fists and suddenly his hands are on her and her head hits the wall and all of the goddamn words in the world couldn’t save them in this moment
she touches the bruise the next day
boys will be boys
aggression, affection, violence, love
how does she separate them when she learned so early that they’re inextricably bound, tangled in a constant tug-of-war
she draws tally marks on her walls ratios of kisses to bruises
one entire side of her bedroom turns purple, one entire side of her body
boys will be boys will be boys will be boys
when she’s 20, a boy touches her hips and she jumps
he asks her who the hell taught her to be scared like that and she wants to laugh
doesn’t he know that boys will be boys?
it took her 13 years to unlearn that lesson from the playground
so I guess what I’m trying to say is
i will talk until my voice is hoarse so that my little sister understands that aggression and affection are two entirely separate things
baby they exist in difference universes
my niece can’t even speak yet but I think I’ll start with her now
don’t ever accept the excuse that boys will be boys
don’t ever let him put his hands on you like that
if you see hate blazing in his eyes don’t you ever confuse it with love
baby love won’t hurt when it comes
you won’t have to hide it under long sleeves during the summer
the only reason he should ever reach out his hand
is to hold yours"  -

Fortesa Latifi - Boys Will Be Boys 

(And Why That Is The Stupidest Thing You Could Ever Say To A Little Girl)

This. God damn you dont know how many arguments ive been in because i wont settle for, “boys will be boys.”

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"I only write when I am falling in love, or falling apart."  - e.s. (via selectables)

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"Do not chase people. Be you and do your own thing and work hard. The right people who belong in your life will come to you, and stay."  - Wu Tang Clan (one of my favorite quotes ever)

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"Maybe I love too much and maybe I show it too little."  - r.m.drake (via boldrisks)

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"I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone."  - Dan Howell (via bl-ossomed)

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Some say that love isn’t real. Some say it is. I don’t know what I believe. I see love as a trap. You never know when love is going to hit you. It simply does. Falling in love is basically setting yourself up for heartbreak. The first few months of being in love, the thought of heartbreak doesn’t even occur to you because you can’t even picture it happening. Months go by and someone starts falling out of love. The other person is still fully in love. Boom, heartbreak. Love hurts. Is love even real or is it just a temporary lust?

A few months ago I met a boy. The kind of guy you would see in movies. Unreal. Even his name sounded like it was impossible to be real. Words can’t even begin to describe the effect that this boy had on my feelings. Everything about our short relationship seemed anything but ordinary yet it was so simple. From the moment I met him, I knew he wasn’t like the other boys in this shitty town. He was the kind of guy that would make your hands sweat and your heart drop to your butt, but at the same time he would make you feel comfortable and loved. But of course I did not fall in love with him immediately. It was like a painful shot. The needle goes in slowly, then it’s pulled out really quickly and you have that sore knot left in your arm. I guess that’s the exact same way that he fell out of love with me, except the pain was felt in my heart and he was left with none.

"  - h.s. (via ohiloveyoudarling)
"I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you."  - (via bootyoutofcontrol)

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wow this just blew my mind. so beautiful.

needed that.

That is indeed a good one.