If I’m ever enough for someone…I’d find it a rare truth, so hidden in beauty that it pains me to imagine. If these tears should be because of happiness, I should imagine I’d have died of ecstasy. But I breath in misery. I breath in loneliness. I sulk in sorrow.
I think the best part of being a woman is the sexual security that we have. I mean like even a straight woman could know that she’s not interested in women, but she can still sit on another girl’s lap and hold her hand and maybe even kiss her if they were that close. If two guys even make eye contact with each other they have to screech “NO HOMO” at the top of their lungs to make sure everybody knows that they are not gay.