You're on my blog! What an honor. My name's EJ. I am recently 19, and I'm under way too much stress for a 19 year-old girl. Then again, I did join the Navy (I'm an AD, fuckin' aircraft engine mechanic gosh dernit), so that's expected I guess. Maybe I'll do 4 and split, maybe I'll do 8 with 2nd class and my AW wings - can't tell right now, but I'm gonna make the best of it while I'm here, and maybe I'll get myself married. Who's to say!
23's & 7's
okay it is like cloudy and rainy and windy and 60 degrees out today
yesterday
literally yesterday
i was sweating from my ears and under my eyes
what the fuck is going ON
just a thought:
i respect the fact that you want to be independent to see if you can make it on your own
but the thing is that two people can be in a relationship without being so completely codependent on each other
my mom and my dad do that, they work two different shifts and my mom frequently takes time for herself since she got laid off, she went to Florida for a week just because she wanted to, and my dad takes days off to relax and be by himself too
i’m just saying that it could still work and we could still be two independent people in a relationship.
seriously i am praying that this is going to work but i’m afraid someone up there has it out for me or just is in a bad mood and will make the opposite occur but hey i’m praying for that too
I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.
And I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
(via minnie-forever21)
I wonder if people actually want things like this
I can’t stop laughing
That poor dragon
Well you can summon a Dragon with only two Dragon Balls in this instance….
hahahahha
(Source: hausofeinhorn, via minnie-forever21)
It is incredibly important that you immediately direct your attention to this crab that looks like Charlie Brown
(via minnie-forever21)
I need feminism because…
- if I socialize with a group of people from work, then I must be “fucking or dating one of them.”
-I shouldn’t have to fear my reputation and respect from my shipmates being slandered and jeopardized.
-if you’r a female in the military, you’re either a whore or a lesbian.
-the validity of what i say and my ability to perform at work should not have to be compared to and weighed against my male counterparts to be deemed adequate.
-I can’t come to work without the fear that my SHIPMATES are going to bully and harass me.A little background… I’m a 19 y/o girl in the United States Navy. I work as an Aviation Machinist’s Mate, I repair and troubleshoot plane engines. I LOVE my job, nothing is more satisfying than coming back to my room covered in grease with dirty camis and coveralls.
The first week I was here, I got stuck at the grocery store on base and my ride wasn’t coming. Three people from work came out and offered me a ride, and I got invited to a cookout the next day. After that weekend, I was asked by my supervisor if I’d met anyone yet/gotten out, and I replied that I went to a cookout with those people. That was all that I said - I went to a cookout at their house, and that was it. Because that WAS it.
About 3 weeks later, rumors had been spread that I was dating one of them and that one of my friends was dating the other. I actually found out that a girl in my work center was contributing to the rumor, after I snapped at her on a bad day she commented to one of my shipmates, “She’s just mad because she had to break up with her boyfriend because the command knows.” … knows what? I broke up with my boyfriend from Atlanta 3 weeks ago, and now I’m single and currently talking to a girl out in California from school. I am preoccupied with about a million other things, why would I be trying to date anyone here? Everyone is an ASSHOLE and not worth my time because all that guys want in the Navy is a good fuck and then to talk all about it.
In short, I should not have to come to work and watch every little thing that I say, have no-one to confide in, because it may be seen as something else and then turn into a huge rumor/lie that was spread by these people that are my “SHIPMATES”, people who are supposed to have my back all along the way. I need feminism to feel comfortable and confident at work without the fear that my reputation and career, as well as the ones of those kind people involved, is being jeopardized because I met some cool people and people misconstrue that as fraternization.
I shouldn’t need feminism because I shouldn’t have to defend myself to my own fucking comrades.
Please pardon the language and length.
It’s the truth; the army is like that too. Say no—you’re a cold bitch, a cocktease—say yes, you’re easy, a slut—say no twice, you must be a dyke(fortunatly they can’t kick you out for that anymore). Kid, your skin will be like leather by the time you’re done. Gossip will always be there; I don’t know why. Find the ones who know its bs and laugh at it with ‘em.
It’s really unfortunate that it’s like that. After all the achievements and strides that women in the military have made, and shown that we DO have what it takes to stand beside the men who serve and be just as courageous and committed as them - hell, my mother was one of the first waves of females allowed on aircraft carriers. She helped make history!! Yet everyone seems to have forgotten that men and women in the military are supposed to equal - men and women everywhere are supposed to be equal.
It’s already starting to callous pretty well, thank goodness. I have found the few who will laugh about it with me but the rumors have turned them on me at this point. They fear getting into some kind of trouble with interacting with me. They were the only people I could trust here.
But y’know what? I don’t need them to back me up. I can be strong enough to tell everyone to fuck off; and if I know what’s true about me, then why worry about what people say? Would I like them to be there for me? Of course, more than anything, but they won’t right now. That’s on them.
Shoutout to all the independent women in the world. Keep strong, ladies.
This is the first message in my inbox. I would stick with my promise and keep sending you messages until you have access to a computer, but I think that would drive you nuts. I miss sending you stuff like “Remember that one song we always listened to when we were little?” or “remember VMK?” I love you big sister, I can’t wait until I can talk to you again. <3
