What is it with these boys?
What is it with these boys rushing to get into my vagina? Like sex is a glorified hand job. They don’t even consider the possibility of me not being ready for such an intimate act, five minutes after we met.
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i want your wildest time
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in mijn herinnering aan ons zie ik jou
in jouw herinnering aan ons zie je mij.
ergens daar tussenin, ergens daar was er een wij.
Hair down there, don’t care
Growing up, I sometimes felt like I was the only one dealing with changing body-related things. Case in point: pubic hair. For some reason I was convinced no other girl my age had to trim that region down below.
Let’s talk about sex, baby
When I was fourteen years old, I was a curious kind of girl. More specifically, I was curious about the human body, luuve making and how it all works. So one fine day, I went to the public library and found a book about said subject (with pictures, yay!).
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ik wil mijn grenzen in grenzeloos geluk opzoeken, niet de dieptes van mijn angsten. niet meer.
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zekerheid van de mokerslag en het open hart.
maar moed met trillende handen en een trillend hart is de grootste moed die er is.
The semi-enlightened man
Let me tell you something about a kind of man I keep meeting recently; I call him the semi-enlightened man. It’s a guy who, when you meet him, is quite charming. He’s quick to pay you compliments, teases, and seems outgoing. All good fun. Then, if you end up talking some more and maybe even agreeing to meet each other for a drink, you find out a bit more about him. He often seems to be open to some self-reflection, seems to think about life. What a relief! It is always nice to meet a person who ponders his existence and doesn’t go running for the hills the moment someone utters the words “feelings” or “spiritual”.
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i tried misery on for size;
it doesn’t fit
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alleen al schrijvend
durf ik je beminnen
met al
mijn zinnen
I think you’re an asshole – please like me!
What funny creatures we are. Recent events have made me discover something about myself, a quality that is often linked to the female sex: the Great Urge to Please. To be seen as charming and sweet, even by assholes. Even by those you sense are taking advantage of you.
There is something mightily wrong with this.
Doorgaan met het lezen van “I think you’re an asshole – please like me!”
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vreemd toch, die angst als je voelt dat geluk mogelijk is
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je bent een zwaartekracht
verpakt als een lichtgewicht
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iets doen dat mijn ziel en zaligheid doet lachen
