I was the 6th-grade "slut." And I kept a diary. So I decided to create The UnSlut Project in the hopes that my own diary entries could provide some perspective to girls who currently feel trapped and ashamed. I am publishing these entries one at a time, without changing a single word except for the names of the people involved. My limited commentary, which is confined to brackets in each entry, is meant to provide the relief of my current perspective, fifteen years later. The UnSlut Project: Working to undo the dangerous slut shaming in our schools, communities, media, and culture by sharing knowledge and experiences.

at night you told me to look at the stars and i did. and you said count them you said that's how much you loved me. but when the sun came up and the morning entered i tried counting the stars but they weren't there. in ode to heartbreak and to all the nights where all i would do is cry. Complete!!

"Will not hurt mate." the hot puffs of breath tickled her neck, she couldn't help the increasing rate of her heart as it's claws rhythmically brushed down her back and the wirery, bristle like hair on its chest prickled into her cheek. _____________________________________________________________________ It's 2556, the up and coming 16th anniversary celebrating the end of The Great War. Lydia Saunders is the go to girl of the military, no-one has a record as perfect as hers. But when her latest mission goes bust and reviles something unexpected, what will she do?

Normal people; an extraordinary love.

"She was beautiful. She was so fucking beautiful." (dodie x female oc)

A break of sunlight casting throughout the fire set aflame in my dark and weary heart |just some short poems I wrote myself| #20 IN POETRY 7/10/2017 | wow. 75k views is unreal. Thank you to everyone. I am so grateful. If you're looking for another poetry book to read, I recommend checking out 100 reasons why i still love you on my page. |