This was a world where girls were fighters. Where they could eat all the food they wanted. Where they could cry.
Growing Up With Sailor Moon by Vy Ho.
This show/manga was so brilliant because she was, in fact, all of the above, and she was still depicted as strong. All of the Sailor Senshi presented a different type of femininity, all of them were at least a little “girly”, and they were each and every one of them warriors.
On Thursday night I kissed two strangers as worthless attempts to get over you.
And when I say worthless I mean it. Kissing other boys is not as fun as it used to be because now the only thing I could taste in them is you.
You left me with such an impression on how one should kiss their lover that I won’t ever be able to unlearn.
These foreign tongues are no match to the home that I had built in you.
You broke my heart again when you said you didn’t think of me when you were kissing her
yet I still let you sleep by my side that night because at this point, I’d rather be heartbroken by you over and over again than lose you.
Last night, we argued again.
You told me you’d rather die than be stuck with me for eternity.
And wasn’t it sad when I told you back that I’d rather die than not have you?
The difference between us is that my flaws give you reasons to leave me and your flaws make me want to forgive you.
Last night, I still laid next to you and mapped out constellations on your back.
We were always so quick to replace our harsh words with soft touches.
Haven’t you ever noticed how we would always end our “I love you”s with “I’m sorry”s ?
I am angry words stitched together and you are an uncorked glass bottle.
This is not love. This is greater than love.
This is about us completely raw and uncut in bed,
knowing that one is desperate and the other psychotic,
and still fully expose ourselves to each other.
This is self-destruction for another person.
I could write a whole list of all the things I hate about you
and it would still end with “I love you.”