Brooke

remanence-of-love:

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remanence-of-love:

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inkskinned:

A lot of the time I “don’t say no” is because saying no escalates the situation immediately. I pander, jesterlike, just because it’s a Wednesday and I’m tired from work, and I do not want the: hey baby please. Aw, just one. Look at me. Oh, you got a boyfriend? Well he’s not here is he.

I don’t want the: Jesus Christ I was just complimenting you. Fuck, women are so fucking sensitive these days. Oh good, now what. You’ll call the cops? Fine! Ha! See if I ever say anything nice to you ever again. Fucking bitch. So fucking entitled. I’m going to make you regret this in the end.

I am tired, and just trying to go home, and I don’t want it to be while followed. I don’t want it to be under shouting and screaming and distinct threats. I soft-no like a dancing puppet: half-smile, say “maybe”, offer lies and excuses and “sorry!” Like I am sorting out change from my wallet: here, if I give you this 50, will you please not stab me? Here, if I laugh weakly, will you not attack me?

Women are told: just say no! As if we live on a different planet. Everyone knows “no means make them say yes”. “No” means he might kill you and then in the morning people will look at your headline and say: well she deserved it for giving him such a terrible rejection. “No” means fired without severance pay. “No” means walking home alone keys clutched in your fist with your throat closed swallowing tears because behind you in a chorus are a bunch of drunken frat boys five years your younger all slinging slurs at you in little wasp nests and you might be a young professional woman with her own life and a dog and closet with your first pantsuit and matching jacket but right then all you are to them is a target.

“No” is for my good days, when I’m a good feminist, when I have the time and the space and the patience, when i have the sense of safety, “no” it’s not for bosses or for strangers on the street or for the tired days when I just want this guy to stop hitting on me.

I wish I could just say no. They make it so hard, you know.

purplebuddhaproject:

“My whole life I’ve been telling myself, ‘don’t be afraid’. And it is only now that I’m realizing how stupid that is. Don’t be afraid. Like saying, ‘don’t move out of the way when someone tries to punch you’ or ‘don’t flinch at the heat of fire’ or ‘don’t blink’. Don’t be human. I’m afraid and you’re afraid and we’re all always going to be afraid, because that’s the point. What I should be telling myself is ‘be afraid, but do it anyway’. Live anyway.”

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purplebuddhaproject:

“Be kind. Even on your bad days.”

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violentwavesofemotion:

It’s so healing to wake up in a silent house and silently make your own coffee or tea and enjoy the beautifully intricate fullness of the morning silence while remaining calm and collected and unbothered by all outer and inner noise and it’s so low-key elevating and pacifying to rejoice in the silent atmosphere of your own house and just silently block the rest of the world…it’s a slice of heaven

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