If you’re one of the millions of Californians who voted against labeling genetically modified foods, you can’t complain when it turns out you have horse meat in your hamburger, and your sushi is made up of lost cats and condoms. You said you didn’t want to know, so lap that shit up. […]

And if we really don’t want to know, why don’t we take all the labels off and replace them with just, ‘sugary shit’, ‘salty shit’, and ‘cool ranch shit with extra shit’?

You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy.

How far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps?
How often have you bartered with bone, only to sell yourself short?
Why do you find the unavailable so alluring?
Where did it begin? What went wrong? And who made you feel so worthless?
If they wanted you, wouldn’t they have chosen you?
All this time, you were begging for love silently, thinking they couldn’t hear you, but they smelt it on you, you must have known that they could taste the desperate on your skin?
And what about the others that would do anything for you, why did you make them love you until you could not stand it?
How are you both of these women, both flighty and needful?
Where did you learn this, to want what does not want you?
Where did you learn this, to leave those that want to stay?

Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn’t the way they actually are.