Regina Cannot Explain It All

I'm Regina Small. I'm a writer and editor in NYC. Interests include: sci-fi/fantasy, summertime daydrinking, trying to be a better person, fancy manicures, cooking, absurd humor, philosophy and the role of irony in the modern world.

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Only trees and more trees and plenty of blue sky. And you could laugh, Sally. You could go to sleep and wake up and never have to think who likes and doesn’t like you. You could close your eyes and you wouldn’t have to worry what people said because you never belonged here anyway and nobody could make you sad and nobody would think you’re strange because you like to dream and dream. And no one could yell at you if they saw you out in the dark leaning against a car, leaning against somebody without someone thinking you are bad, without somebody saying it is wrong, without the whole world waiting for you to make a mistake when all you wanted, all you wanted, Sally, was to love and to love and to love and to love, and no one could call that crazy.
Sandra Cisneros, The House on Mango Street (via lifeinpoetry)
I feel like my past is interfering with my present and there’s nothing I can actually do. I feel there’s just nothing. I’m unable to think clearly and I’m clearly unable to not let things affect me. Unable to force my brain to function, unable to just get to feel calmer in some way. I need some peace of mind and I need you to be here. I hate needing anything and yet I do […]
Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre (via tomorrowed)

(via lifeinpoetry)

Asker Anonymous Asks:
You seem to be the kind of person who complains about sexually explicit message on Tinder despite it being designed for hook up and casual sex.
nerdshares nerdshares Said:


I don’t have complaints about Tinder because I’ve been married for longer than it’s existed and have never used it. But, yo, let me help you get laid more by explaining a thing: 

Not all Tinder users are just exclusively on Tinder for hook-ups and casual sex, at least if my friends are any indication. But, even if they all were, that wouldn’t mean that sexually explicit messages are immediately appropriate or welcomed. 

Being down to fuck someone isn’t the same thing as being down to fuck anyone. Like, no woman is looking for some random average-looking dude with no personality to flop around on top of them for a minute and a half and leave without making them cum. Women, especially women looking just for sex—and I say this from experience—,want to fuck men who can get them off, and the men who fuck best are men who care about a woman’s pleasure. And the single biggest indicator that a man gives a shit is his ability and willingness to read, respect, and act on a woman’s signals. If you can’t do that in a fucking text message, the chances you’ll pull it off in bed are slim to none. 

So, when an orgasm is potentially just a swipe away, if the average woman is given the choice of a dude who”ll take 5 minutes to treat her like a damn person and find out if there’s chemistry and what she’s looking for / her boundaries are (and, in doing so, proves he respects her), why would she ever waste her time on someone only interested in treating her like a warm hole like this desperate, walking penis named Bart (via straightwhiteboystexting)?

All I’m saying is, don’t be Bart. 

I tend to get really intense acting-crushes. 2013 was the year of Tatiana Maslany and 2014 looks like the year of Tobias Menzies. I don’t know if any of you are watching Outlander but he’s slaying, and I am in love and it feels terribly irresponsible because he’s playing the worst person ever. But he does it so well.

Also someone needs to get him reading audiobooks because his voice D A M N

…I thought the nightmares, the visions, the demons would go away if there was enough love to put them down.
Anne Sexton, from an interview (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via lifeinpoetry)

My life was hurrying, racing tragically toward its end. And yet at the same time it was dripping so slowly, so very slowly now, hour by hour, minute by minute. One always has to wait until the sugar melts, the memory dies, the wound scars over, the sun sets, the unhappiness lifts and fades away.
Simone de Beauvoir, The Woman Destroyed (via quotes-shape-us)

(via lifeinpoetry)

My mouth is a fire escape.
The words coming out
don’t care that they are naked.
There is something burning in there.
Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase (via observando)

(via lifeinpoetry)

Drinks with @natkid for @legs_benedict’s farewell. 😭😭😭 (at Bar Chord)

Perfect t-shirt is perfect.

When they don’t love you the way you want to, you mourn that for however long you need to. But then you get back up and you remember yourself. You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you. You will love again. You will be loved again.