To Make Monsters Out of Girls

by Amanda Lovelace

they say if you place a frog in a gradually boiling pot of water, they’ll become so accustomed to the familiar sting that they’ll lay down their whole life for it. i was that frog, except i didn’t need to be convinced to get into that pot. i was so desperate for a warm place to stay & curl up in that i took the leap inside with no convincing from you. - the cycle.

love does not need to be tragic in order for it to be good. the truth is that i would much rather stir to the feeling of his lips meeting my forehead at 5:30 a.m. every morning for the next eighty odd years than settle for living an eternity alongside someone who can’t even be sure where he left his promises the night before. - fuck those fairy tales.

there’s no such thing as deserving abuse. - let me get “controversial” for a moment.

i won’t let you shut me inside an inescapable yellow room. i won’t let you force me to become the keeper of a secret journal hidden underneath a thin mattress. i won’t let you tell everyone i’m just a hysterical woman who clung to every word you said & warped them to convince people to join her in a manhunt. this story doesn’t end with my silence. this story ends with the yell of every victim who’s ever felt hands come behind them to cover their mouth just as the truth started to leak out. - come, take back your hatred.

you better have your stakes in hand when the beautiful monsters with fangs & claws come running towards you. - we’re in this together.