There’s things I still don’t understand, things unsaid, things that hurt, and it still makes me mad. And I have enough of these issues that can never be fully resolved, without having them with someone who still is technically here.
Today, I read an article about a woman with HIV who was raped. The man that attacked her is now HIV positive. All of the commentary surround this was about how she should have told him she was HIV+ and that women with HIV should have a badge or special underwear so that this doesn’t happen to another man. It is 12:12am and I am already done with the world.
That is rape culture
THIS POST WINS FOR THE MOST HORRIFYING THING I’VE READ ALL DAY
I want to be surrounded by art,
I want to paint all the landscapes I dream of being in,
I want to color in flowers and buildings, and dresses,
I want to sketch people’s faces and emotions,
I want to splatter ink like Jackson Pollack had a beautiful tantrum,
I want to take photos and print them, then tone them and texture them,
Tear them apart and glue them back together in a massive collage,
That reminds me of my heart.