we held hands today. It felt weird. Not weird in a bad way but weird because i didn’t think anybody would ever want to hold my hand. I just always imagined going through life alone. But that was okay, I’ve always been independent that way. But when somebody comes along and wants to hold your hand, and you’ve never done it before, but really want to, you let them. You forget about being alone and just for a second let your self need somebody. After all those years of standing on your own and constantly being strong you let go, you allow your fingers to slip perfectly into place with this person you care for, though it may be scary you want to take the risk and fall into the fear. But only for a second. Any longer and you let the world know how secretly vulnerable you really are. So you look away from their eyes and your expression which once was bliss is now a cold blank look hiding how scared you are. All this because of a hand entangled with your own.
Mark Boyle (via awelltraveledwoman)
if we did everything by ourselves, we would still be hunting now. jesus.
I’m so confused??? How is not wearing a bra proving your independence from men? This is a thing? Men would probably rather you didn’t wear a bra anyway???? Are there men that really demand that women wear bras??? This is so silly??? Wear one if you want to and don’t wear one if you don’t want to???