Because lying to your kids about sex helps nobody. Telling them that sex is “only between mommies and daddies” is a lie that leads to confused, hormone charged teenagers. Telling them that sex is “only something that happens when two people love each other very much” is a lie that causes hormone charged teenagers to confuse “love” with “lust,” or “obsession.” It leads to leaps of logic like, “If I have sex with them, we must be in love.” Or worse- “If I love them, I have to have sex with them.” And how many teenage tragedies are based on that misconception?
I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them that no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and you saw them crying in their bed at night or singing to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street and even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think after seeing them at their most vulnerable you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.
"In the end there’s always a new beginning."
I was contacted last week by @souraphotography to write words for their entry to the #Nikon Film Festival in #Dubai and this is the final thing.
Most unfortunately, it didn’t win, but DUDE!!! MY WORDS ON A PRETTY THING!!! 😊😊😊 This just makes me so infinitely happy.
See the full video at: http://vimeo.com/m/104991228
The gun is still hot. It’s nearly three in the morning & I’m turning over the mattress again, changing the sheets. I bought a new rug. I did what I said I’d do. I can feel your eyes from all the way over here & I think it’s shameful to be able to find you like this. I think that hell is found in always feeling you when you’re here & this is the first time in a long time. The blood lets me know that you’re here, my twisting gut tells me something, but maybe I am wrong.
I didn’t know you had been here then either. I should have felt that. I mean saw that, because I did feel you. But I didn’t see what you wanted me to see. Would you still give a girl the moon if you could? By girl, I mean me. By moon, I mean the moon. I want the moon. I want to carve a house into a crater for us to live in. I want to say that I’m sorry for everything I did & didn’t do.
Here is my tongue with raspberries, here is my tongue without them. I’d let you scrape off my taste buds with your teeth. I’d like to have a mark of your mouth in an “O” shape on my left butt cheek. Butt cheek is a funny word—so is absence.
I’d like to write a new love poem. I’d like to give them something they’ve never heard before. Maybe you can be the wolf & I can be something you ate. Or maybe I’m the wolf & that is why I can still feel you kicking inside of me. I’d spit you out if I could. I’d set you free just so I could ask you to come back.
I ask you to come back anyway. I don’t even know who I’m talking to these days, but I keep talking. What else is there to do?
I watched you fall in love with her. I saw your eyes light up with the realisation.
—Lang Leav (via langleav)
I do not want to see this. No.
Anonymous asked: I set fire to the rain, watched it pour as I touched your face. I keep touching it, caressing your cheek as you slide under the covers next to me. It's hot in the bed, steaming even. It's getting wet and slippery, and then you decide to spoon me. Into your mouth. I'm still Ramen., and you're still eating me. What will I tell my family.
Anonymous asked: I set fire to the rain, watched it pour as I touched your face. I keep touching it, sliding against your wet skin as steam billows around us. We're in the shower together and the water is boiling. I'm limp against you, and you love it. I know I'm delicious. You grab me and swallow. I'm still Ramen and you really have a problem. What do you want from me I'm just a noodle.
so many of these messages
You wanted so badly for him
to be a good prayer you could
tell your mother about it,
and you wanted so badly for him to be
the good days where it was easy to breathe
and dance and love like you meant it.
But he’s just the ache in your knees now,
and you’ve got poison underneath your tongue,
and you’re waiting to kiss him one last time,
and you’re waiting to ruin him.
But everyday ends the same,
and you’re left wondering where to
put the relics left behind from
the timelines you loved him in.
You used to expand like a universe
and now you are breaking limbs
trying to make room for the
ghosts you let come back from the dead.
You brave, brave thing.
One day, you’re going to
stop leaving the door open
for people who only know how
to keep leaving,
and you’re not going to be sorry for it
Directed by Yulin Kuang
Starring Whitney Milam
Voiceover by Mary Kate Wiles
Shot by Alyssa Brocato
This is great.