our parents never taught us to
confuse love and complacency.
Let’s fall in love like our mothers
never taught us the sound of plates
shattering against our fathers’ heads.
Let’s fall in love like we aren’t
still picking glass from our soles.
Let’s fall in love like we
have more to offer each other
than bouquets of fears,
insecurities, and commitment issues.
Let’s fall in love like we’re sixteen-
and not yet knowing that
we are capable of cutting someone
Let’s fall in love quickly,
foolishly, like we haven’t
done this before.
Let’s fall in love like that’s it.
Like we never had a choice.
Like it’s just you and me
and the possibility of what
we could be.
I feel like everyone has a sort of subtext to their name, like if your name is the headline then there’s this subheading that follows you around, and mine is “always planning but constantly winging it”
Just a friendly reminder that you are fully entitled to dress however you please and absolutely NO ONE has the right to sexualize your body or ridicule you for it.
okay, phew, all is well.
"So someone grab my wrists, and pull me out of this, take my wallet, take my money, take my shoes. Get a good good hold of me, and pull on the count of three. Just do whatever you gotta’ do."
Frances Ha (2012)