He told me:
If you want to cut yourself,
then you’re going to take my arm,
look me in the eyes,
and cut as many times as you would yourself.
I told him:
I couldn’t hurt you like that.
and then I understood.
We are taught to walk scared late at night. We cradle our keys between our perfectly manicured fingers, walking gracefully like a baby antelope in a herd of lions. That our virginity defines our character. That I am a frigid bitch if I do not fuck him, and a dirty slut if I do. Michelle K. - The Truth About Growing Up A Woman. (via ambitionperfection)