Free all the women in prison who murdered their rapists.
I don’t have the energy to pretend
I am going to receive everything I desire. Everything is flowing to me. I have made space in my life for it.
“I believe in God sometimes, but I believe in God the most when I imagine a God who has my mother’s laugh. I believe in a God who doesn’t want to get out of bed some mornings. A God who holds the old leather jackets of her dead friends and sits in a pile of old records on the floor of whatever heaven looks like. I believe in a God who comes home after a long night of being less than holy and sprawls out in a bed wearing the same clothes he went out in, and I believe in a God who is jarred awake by the floor rumbling with the weight of people praising his name. A wall of many hands clapping because of what his presence moved them to do.”— Hanif Abdurraqib, ‘Claws in Your Back’ - Julien Baker / The Deep Consolation of a Song About What It Would Feel Like to Die
If you accidentally hurt someone or cross their boundaries and they make you aware of this, literally all you have to do is apologize and stop. You don’t have to beat yourself up internally for months. You don’t have to hate yourself for fucking up. You don’t have to feel like a horrible person. No one benefits from any of that - and at worst, such an extreme reaction will make the person in question less likely to speak up around you in the future, cause even if your negative reaction is directed at yourself and not at them, it’s still unpleasant for everyone involved.
