Dear Spielberg,

I always swore to myself that I wouldn’t tell someone I love them until I truly meant it. To me, who I would say it to for the first time needed to deserve it.

Spielberg (sorry I never got the chance to give you a better nickname that you wouldn’t hate), I love you. You changed my life and now you’ve left it it doesn’t feel worth living anymore.

I love you, all of you. Your mind, your body (for reals though), your soul and even the parts you wanted to hide from me.

I never thought I would find someone, let alone someone as amazing as you, to accept let alone find beauty in someone as messed up as me.

As I embarrassingly admitted to you just a few days ago, I could see myself marrying you one day. To me, you are everything I look for in a partner, husband and eternal companion. But that’s the thing that is killing me.

If only we were Closer (yes, that’s the song that forever reminds me of you because of how happy it makes me). The age and distance didn’t matter so much, like you said, age is just a number and I was only $623 away from a plane ticket straight to Ohio so I could finally be in your arms. Religion is what tore us apart.

We are both of different faiths, and needed the other to be the same religion as us, but neither of us could change our fundamental beliefs for the other. Which is understandable. I never expected you to change for me, especially since you are perfect the way you are.

In an ideal world, this, we, would have worked. But it just can’t if we want to lead the lives we envisioned for ourselves.

Since this morning, I have been dying to speak to you again, to take it all back, to denounce my religion and come back to you, or to offer that we remain just friends, ANYTHING so I could speak to you and see your gorgeous face again.

But all of these options hurt too much. So this is goodbye.

I know we already said goodbye this morning, but I didn’t get a chance to fight through the tears and say what I wanted to say:

I know you. I accept you. I love you. I cherish you. Forever. Nothing will change that. I know that none of this is anyone’s fault, and I hope you know that too. Don’t you dare think you have done anything wrong, I know you will think you have but you haven’t. Keep fighting, and know that I am always supporting you. I love you.

Goodbye Spielberg.

Love always,

Bra

Shark week

CONTRACTIONS OF THE UTERUS AND SHEDDING OF THE UTERINE LINING, RESULTING IN BLOOD (and other gunk) FLOWING OUT OF THE VAGINA. THIS IS THE BODILY FUNCTION CALLED A “PERIOD”. IT HAPPENS TO LITERALLY 50% OF THE POPULATION. GET OVER IT.

No, I’m not currently on my period, thanks for asking. I just feel a permanent glowing rage about how periods are seen as a topic to be laughed at, rather than respected due to the full-on metalness of the “monthly curse”. Many people, both male and female, seem to forget that periods DO have the upside of being a sign of fertility, out of which you can create the miracle of life and blah blahblah blahblah.

DEAR ALL NON-PERIOD HAVERS,

RESPECT YOUR PERIOD HAVER, WHETHER THEY BE FEMALE OR NOT. IT IS A SUCKY WEEK FOR THEM, AND THAT IS ONLY TALKING ABOUT THE BLEEDING. 

HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU STARTED HEAVILY BLEEDING CONSTANTLY FOR DAYS, AND BEING TOLD TO “SUCK IT UP” OR BE RIDICULED BECAUSE PEOPLE DON’T UNDERSTAND.

RESPECT YOUR PERIOD HAVER, LOVE THEM, CHERISH THEM, BE THERE FOR THEM.

SINCERELY, ALL PERIOD HAVERS EVERYWHERE