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These girls aren’t wounded so much as post-​wounded, and I see their sisters everywhere. They’re over it. I am not a melodramatic person. God help the woman who is. What I’ll call “post-​wounded” isn’t a shift in deep feeling (we understand these women still hurt) but a shift away from wounded affect: These women are aware that “woundedness” is overdone and overrated. They are wary of melodrama, so they stay numb or clever instead. Post-​wounded women make jokes about being wounded or get impatient with women who hurt too much. The post-​wounded woman conducts herself as if preempting certain accusations: Don’t cry too loud; don’t play victim. Don’t ask for pain meds you don’t need; don’t give those doctors another reason to doubt. Post-​wounded women fuck men who don’t love them and then they feel mildly sad about it, or just blasé about it; they refuse to hurt about it or to admit they hurt about it—​or else they are endlessly self-​aware about it, if they do allow themselves this hurting.

The post-​wounded posture is claustrophobic: jadedness, aching gone implicit, sarcasm quick on the heels of anything that might look like self-​pity. I see it in female writers and their female narrators, troves of stories about vaguely dissatisfied women who no longer fully own their feelings. Pain is everywhere and nowhere. Post-​wounded women know that postures of pain play into limited and outmoded conceptions of womanhood. Their hurt has a new native language spoken in several dialects: sarcastic, jaded, opaque; cool and clever. They guard against those moments when melodrama or self-​pity might split their careful seams of intellect, expose the shame of self-​absorption without self-​awareness.

Leslie Jamison, “Grand Unified Theory of Female Pain” (via fleeten)

my social worker always talks about how I’m this way.

(via likeawraith)

Jesus Christ that’s me.

Someone I trusted recently asked why I don’t drink. I said, and this is a quote, “I went to a party and it got a little Steubenville on me.”

It’s easier to be glib than broken, I guess.

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alwaysbookworm

sebastiangel:

mngwa:

bucksterbarnes:

imagine Bucky goes to have a blood test one time and the nurse can’t find a vein

and they’re like ‘are you sure it’s this arm you usually have blood taken from?? maybe i should try the other one’

and he just looks at them like 
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‘sure if you can find it in a ravine in Europe somewhere’

alwaysbookworm

piertotum-locomottor:

breadmaakesyoufat:

breadmaakesyoufat:

i was talking to a guy and he said “if there were no laws you could be raped at any point of the day” and i replied with “yeah and i could retaliate by stabbing the rapist, hey i mean there are no laws” and he said “rape isn’t that bad, stabbing someone is a little over dramatic” wtf.

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GUYS NO.

PAINT YOUR NAILS WITH HIS BLOOD.

alwaysbookworm

andurile:

there was a fight in the cafeteria today because somebody got 100+ on flappy bird and announced it to the entire place so naturally everyone tried to beat the score and there was this guy who nearly beat the score but he didn’t and he got so pissed he tried to throw his phone at the wall but it hit someone else instead and they started to shove and punch each other and the moral of the lesson is to never install flappy bird