"There’s no point to a guy yelling, “Hey sexy baby” at me out of the passenger window of a car as it speeds past. Even if I was into creepy misogynists and wanted to give him my number, I couldn’t. The car didn’t even slow down. But that’s okay, because he wasn’t actually hitting on me. The point wasn’t to proposition me or chat me up. The only point was to remind me, and all women, that our bodies are his to stare at, assess, comment on, even touch. “Hey sexy baby” is the first part of a sentence that finishes, “this is your daily message from the patriarchy, reminding you that your body is public property”."
Some are born great,
some achieve greatness,
And some have greatness given to them through systematic inequality
"Grief is beautiful, isn’t it? Except it’s only beautiful after you’ve survived it. To be able to feel that much, a grief so strong it overpowers, reduces you into unrecognizable little pieces. But you survived it; you are surviving it, and that is the only thing that matters. To persevere in the face of agony, no matter how long it takes."