my brain has too many tabs open
Sometimes you just have those nights where no matter what anyone says you’re still gonna feel like shit. When you’re surrounded by friends and people that care about you and you’re suppose to be having fun but you let things get to you. You let your past creep up on you into your present. Possibly ruining your future. You just don’t care anymore. You don’t care how people see you or if they think you’re ruining the mood. You just don’t care. You sit there realizing the world will keep going with or without you. For a brief moment you think (again) maybe it should go on without me.
"Please sir, no photos in the office
We call ships ‘she.’ We call our war machines ‘women.’ We compare women to black widows and vipers. And you’re going to tell me it’s not ‘lady-like’ to scream, to take up space, to fight and demand respect and do whatever the hell I want. You’ve looked at nuclear bombs and been so in awe that you could only name them after women. Don’t try to down-play my power.