Life Is Not a Song

I hate blogging… and yet I need to clear off all that miscellaneous shit that's piled up in my head.

18, art student and troublemaker

Toronto, Canada



repeat after me: 

  • virginity is a social construct 
  • you don’t lose your virginity 
  • there’s nothing valuable or precious about virginity, it’s an imaginary concept 
  • virginity is inherently heterocentric 
  • your worth is not defined by whether or not you’ve had a dick inside you
  • what you define as sex is up to you, you get to decide how many people you’ve had sex with 
  • the end 



Johnny Galecki, regarding rumors about him being gay.

You know what’s offensive? That people expect him to be offended.

(Source: hurricane-)

And there are the future situations I sit on the bed here and think about: my utter love for some man; I know I can’t do things like love by halves, I know I have love pent up in me, I shall throw myself away, lose my heart and my body and my mind and soul to some cad like G.P. Who’ll betray me. I feel it. Everything is tender and rational at first in my daydreams of living with him, but I know it wouldn’t be in fact. It would be all passion and violence. Jealousy. Despair. Sour. Something would be killed in me. He would be hurt, too.
If he really loved me he couldn’t have sent me away.
If he really loved me he would have sent me away.