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"Sorry, but sex doesn’t reduce stress. Orgasms do. No wonder why im such a bitch all the time."

Ask me about my body. (¬‿¬)

  • Hair: What hair color looks best on you and what's your natural color?
  • Skin: Do you tan easily?
  • Eyes: What is your favorite show to watch?
  • Nose: What is your favorite perfume/candle fragrance?
  • Mouth: Do you want to kiss anyone right now?
  • Tongue: What was in your last meal?
  • Windpipe: Do you sing?
  • Neck: Do you wear necklaces?
  • Ears: How many piercings do you have (if any)?
  • Cheeks: Do you blush easily?
  • Wrists: Have you ever broken a bone?
  • Hands: Are you an artist/writer?
  • Fingers: Do you play an instrument?
  • Heart: Are you in love? If so, does the one you love know?
  • Lungs: Do you smoke cigarettes?
  • Chest: Are your maternal/parental instincts strong?
  • Stomach: Do you feel confident in your body image?
  • Back: Are you a virgin?
  • Hips: Do you like to dance?
  • Thighs: Has anyone ever called you fat or ugly?
  • Knees: Have you ever cheated on someone?
  • Ankles: Have you ever been arrested?
  • Feet: Favorite pair of shoes?
  • Brain: Anything you want to ask

"You can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly."

- Unknown (via hplyrikz)

"When you grow up as a girl, the world tells you the things that you are supposed to be: emotional, loving, beautiful, wanted. And then when you are those things, the world tells you they are inferior: illogical, weak, vain, empty."

- Stevie Nicks (via larmoyante)

"I am not okay, but not okay is how I’ve learned to live."

- (via shesover)

"That passionate midnight kiss only because you want something."

- Your wants before my own

"Being in a relationship ends in one of two ways; breaking up or death. When you think about it like that, love really is doomed from the beginning yet we continue to nearly kill ourselves anyway just to taste it."

-

Unknown (via psych-facts)

this is the realest and more terrifying thing i’ve ever read.

(via outofthewhore-dinary)


Sharing the first snowfall with a kiss
Sharing the first snowfall with a kiss

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This is the rape joke:
My best friend was four years old the first time his father came into his room at midnight and tore out his throat. He still has days when I cannot hold him because the memory of a bleeding trachea haunts his doorway. He has not been home for the holidays in many years, but – even now – hands are seen as weapons.

This is the rape joke:
I have been told by more than twenty people that they have been raped. To all of them, I asked where the rapist was. From none of them, I heard ‘jail.’

This is the rape joke:
Once my brother told me that I was so ugly, I would be a virgin forever. Unless someone raped me. But even they wouldn’t come back for seconds.

This is the rape joke:
I believed him.

This is the rape joke:
I now look at every woman on the street and wonder if the space between her legs is a crime scene, surrounded by ripped caution tape. The statistics tell me that this is so common that I will never be in a room that does not contain a survivor. Not even if I am in that room alone.

This is the rape joke:
I was thirteen years old, and he was supposed to be just a friend.

This is the rape joke:
When his older brother came home, the boy pulled away. He wiped the tears from my face and said ‘we should do this again some time.’

This is the rape joke:
When I finally told my parents, they asked what I had been wearing.

This is the rape joke:
I had been wearing my innocence. My trust. I had worn the love I held for humanity and expected to be treated well. I had never been taught that I would be that girl, the one who keeps a mine of secrets between her legs – that girl was the slut. I wasn’t supposed to be breakable.
What had I been wearing? I wore the rape joke, then I became it.

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This is the Rape Joke | d.a.s

After Lora Mathis’s poem “the Rape Joke

(via ragyo)