Welp, my good mood is shot.

A car honked at me, stopped in the middle of the cross walk so I had to go around, and then the guy rolled down his window so he and his friends could yell out some obscenities to me. I flipped them off and one called me a cunt then said “aww I’m sorry baby don’t walk away” and tried to get me to come back to the window and talk to him by saying some more lewd and vulgar things. I seriously sometimes wish I was a man so I could show all these pigs how to act like a gentleman.

Summer was here again. Summer, summer, summer. I loved and hated summers. Summers had a logic all on their own and they always brought something out in me. Summer was supposed to be about freedom and youth and no school and possibilities and adventure and exploration. Summer was a book of hope. That’s why I loved and hated summers. Because they made me want to believe.

— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (via nereiids)

(Source: larmoyante)