The other night I rejected the advances of a man. I got really angry at him for driving me straight to the motel instead of dropping me home.

When we reached my place, I had to fight him off. Being an ass he drove a few houses down because he didn’t want to let me go… I put up a fight, but didn’t realize that I dropped my wallet bec of that.

By instinct I jabbed his jaw. But apologized because he’s a friend of a trusted friend. I hate myself sometimes. anyway.. I got out. home. safe.

Anyway.. the next day he apologized online. and then dropped of my wallet minutes before lunch. He messaged me hours after asking if “i wanted to kick it” with him. I said “No” and I just got a 

“K”.

whattaguythatwakeboarderstokedguy.

Society will deliberately or unintentionally dilute your frame of mind, and daily practices into something so simple you can categorize it as something  like “shunned” or maybe “praise worthy” — no one can completely understand the complexities of whom we are and what we do.  This is something we all know, and as natural hypocrites, do.

It’s easy to be considered a misandrist when men are socialized to feel entitled to women and our time. So, if you ignore them, you’re a misandrist. If you insist they leave you alone, you’re a misandrist. If you focus on building healthy female-centered relationships over relationships with men, you’re a misandrist. Misandry is basically, prioritizing your agency, autonomy and fellow women, over men in a society that teaches you that being feminine relies on giving into men’s feelings of entitlement.

(via spiritbear)

for short.. the bitch who snubbed you. 

(Source: angrywomanistcritic, via shewhomustnotbenameddancing)

Would you have preferred me silence and shy? Preferred sober of life rather than drunk with a passion? Does my presence unnerve you?

[haphazardly judged]