Freitag, 15. Juli 2016

Never let it crush you



 The funniest about it all is that I cannot imagine anyone being in love with me.
To me it seems to be impossible that anyone might think about me at night and wonder if I think about him to.
Or that he talks to his friends about me, acting all cool but wearing that goofy grin in his face that betrays him and makes them make fun about him.
It's not that I think I couldn't accept love.
It's just that I can't imagine anyone feeling that way about me. 



I honestly cannot imagine being in love with a guy.
I can't imagine dressing up and playing dumb and pretending that I need a boy who's going to treat me like a toy, because everyone knows the only thing a boy can give a girl for free is captivity.
But this Queen doesn't need a king.

The worst part about it all isn't that it's over.
The worst part is sitting here, after all this years, thinking about you. Wondering where you are, how you are, how you've been and if you sometimes sit down as well and miss me, or even think about me at all.
And even worse than that is the question why I'm even wondering at all.















Happines still continues to be the best filter and make up.




I like my tea cold and my socks hot.
I like boybands and electro-pop,
I like feminists and old-fashioned guys.
I'm full of controversy.
I'm me. 





Music unites all peoples. It's unbiased and pure as it speaks from the people's hearts, not their skins.

Dienstag, 12. Juli 2016

With goals so high they touch the sky




All girls want a boy who is a feminist but still has the balls to do the first step and treat her like a real man should.



Adults ask why we pay for jeans with holes in them while the real question remains:
Why do they pay for marriage if they know they'll pay for divorce afterwards?






Little black girls should be little kids and have afro hair.
There's enough time to be fake later on.









I like boys who realize that whether I apply make up or not, it's for me, not for them.
They can tell me I look beautiful without my make up all they want, or they can compliment me for it but thruth is:

I did not wake up this morning and thought Steven likes blue so let's use blue eyeshadow and David said he loved pink lips so I'll paint my lips pink.
No.
I use gold eyeshadow because I'm a Queen and I paint my lips red because I can be a real bitch nonetheless.
Or I don't wear make up at all because I am flawless no matter what.


It's funny how the goals of different girls differ.
Like they see a pretty girl with fake eyelashes and and drawn-on eyebrows and to them that's #goals.
I have different goals.
I don't need to be pretty, I do not let myself be defined by the attention of boys.
I am satisfied if I can simply keep up my grades, get my degree and work a job that provides for me and my family so that we don't have to fear the next day or night.

Your goals are about your beauty, mine about my future, and that's the mere difference.



Feminism is for everyone