Ask me about the weather. “It’s fine”, I’ll say. Perhaps I won’t tell you how the sun breaks through my window in a thin line between the curtains that I always forget to close properly. I won't tell you how that first ray of light in the morning hits me and cuts through my skin. And don’t get me wrong, I can still feel the heat of summer and marvel at the purple’s palette in the sky, right after the sunset. Ask me about the weather. “It’s getting a bit colder”, I’ll say. I may want to tell you about the trees. The new sounds they’re making because of the wind and how I want those sounds to be louder. Louder enough to silence the thoughts in my mind, the stares of frightened people inside their houses. Ask me about the weather. I’ll say some days are sunnier than the others. I may even tell you summer is lasting longer. But ants know better. I’m watching them on my window frame, picking up food, getting ready for ...
Yesterday I read a post called “10 things rapists look for” and something caught my eye: “If you’re being attacked, yell: fire!. It’s more likely to get a reaction from people around you if you say this than screaming for help”. Wait, are we…“there”? Is our society really that cold-hearted that when someone’s in danger, now they also have to think the best way to ask for help? Is that how we get people’s attention? yelling something others find really dangerous for themselves, like a fire? Because, otherwise, it’s way too risky to help? Is that selfish? or maybe it’s just how the human brain works and a common reaction? By this time I was too shocked to think clearly and could only imagine me flying up to the sky, to see the whole city from up above. Tiny houses, streets getting thinner as I kept rising. And just like a GPS app, thousands of warning pop-ups saying: Fire! Fire! Fire! Considering my country is in third place on rape statistics and violence against women. Where 76...
She was barely 2 months old when my boyfriend adopted her. We named her Leia, like the princess. She is a Red Nose Pitbull, white and caramel. I often say she looks like a Cinnamon Roll. When we are watching TV on the bed, she always jumps in between us and her white hair never leaves your black pants or jackets. She likes to lay next to me, bit with her butt on my face. When I tell her to switch sides, she ignores me, but when I say: DOWN! She immediately turns around and literally hugs me. Every time we leave the house, she howls and the whole building hears her. “Your dog cried all day,” said a note we found under the door one time we left her for 2 hours. She is way too needy, she doesn’t know how to be alone, but she is the reason my boyfriend’s happier than ever. When she turned 3 years old we found a male Pitbull for her named Draco, whose head's like 3 times bigger than Leia’s. A few weeks later, the vet confirmed Leia was pregnant. Her belly got bigger and bigg...
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