abigail_and_bean

In the dusk, winds blow, rustling the tree branches upon the trees. A forest opens into a wide field eventually leading to a small farm in a small town. But this town doesn't show up in this story. At least, not yet.

every day they look themself in the mirror. i should be better. nobody tells them they're great. nobody cares to tell them how amazing they are. they fall asleep crying. they plaster a fake smile in the day. always. happy.

Dear 8 year old me

I don’t like the word chivalry

The spelling

The sound

And what it means

Be chivalrous and put women first!

Can’t we just be treated as equals?

I think it’s dumb

A prince in shining armor

She’s always happy

I know that’s what they think

She wouldn’t hurt a fly 

That, too

Sometimes they don’t think

That it’s hard for me too

That I don’t always want to be the nice

why

it's not the question

it's the answer