I am Derin. I am 21 years old, and I've been sky diving, mountain-climbing, deep sea diving, to heaven, and to hell. I rescued the princess, but she gave her heart to the giant. When I was 7, I went to Neverland and I preached a peaceful message. I am young, I am old. I am wise, I am foolish. I killed the beast, and was punished. I am the monster that changed the very course of acceptance. I was hit by a car and lived, but fell on a stone and died. I helped you through your time of need, but left you during your time of want. The monsters that lived under my bed as a child have crawled into my mind and I struggle to live with them everyday. Sometimes they win. Sometimes I lose. I am love. I am hate. I am gay. I am straight. I am man. I am beast. I am peace. I am war. I am Derin, but is this really important?

My Writing




No one.

No one.

EVER has a right to touch you if you don’t want to be touched.

Not your husband. Not your fiance. Not your boyfriend. Not your partner. Not your friends. Not even your own family.

You are a person and your body is your own. And it’s a privilege if you allow someone to touch it.

A god damn privilege that can be snatched up and you don’t owe anyone a reason but that it’s your body and only YOUR body.

(Source: queenmerbabe)