i’ve lost count of how many times i’ve cried so far this week… life is fucking great.

I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn’t screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all those French beaches I’d never see. I wanted to breathe smoke.

I felt like destroying something beautiful.

The Narrator (via achronicleofanonymousthoughts)

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.

This is the Rape Joke | d.a.s

After Lora Mathis’s poem “the Rape Joke

(via ragyo)

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ivenoideawhatiamdoing:

kromatone:

preschtale:

logicgoeshere:

der-prinz-aus-stahl:

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datjukebird:

condensation

Condensation

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The best are the shirts with sayings:



PEANUTBUTTERCHOCOLATEBARMOTHERFUCKER

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I would 100% wear a sweater that said “condensation”

#I want the WHAT shirt
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kiss-my-aspergers:

highpriestessice:

kiss-my-aspergers:

ivenoideawhatiamdoing:

kromatone:

preschtale:

logicgoeshere:

der-prinz-aus-stahl:

basiumis:

datjukebird:

condensation

Condensation

cream

The best are the shirts with sayings:



PEANUTBUTTERCHOCOLATEBARMOTHERFUCKER

I need all of these shirts right now.

I would 100% wear a sweater that said “condensation”

#I want the WHAT shirt
same tho

Don’t forget this gem 

They make swearing sound ten times more awesome
Zoom Info

kiss-my-aspergers:

highpriestessice:

kiss-my-aspergers:

ivenoideawhatiamdoing:

kromatone:

preschtale:

logicgoeshere:

der-prinz-aus-stahl:

basiumis:

datjukebird:

condensation

Condensation

cream

The best are the shirts with sayings:

PEANUTBUTTERCHOCOLATEBAR
MOTHERFUCKER

I need all of these shirts right now.

I would 100% wear a sweater that said “condensation”

same tho

Don’t forget this gem

They make swearing sound ten times more awesome

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angergirl:

AU CONTRAIRE
MY GRANDMA GOT ALL A’S IN “ETIQUETTE” (YES THAT WAS AN ACTUAL CLASS IN HER HIGH SCHOOL) AND SHE TOLD ME, “DEAR,” SHE SAID,
“YOU NEVER CROSS YOUR LEGS, YOU CROSS YOUR ANKLES. BUT THE GREAT THING ABOUT YOU LIVING IN THIS GENERATION IS YOU DON’T HAVE TO FOLLOW MY GENERATION’S RULES. SIT THE WAY YOU WANT. IF SOMEONE LOOKS UP YOUR SKIRT, JUST TELL THEM YOUR AUNT MARY WILL KILL THEM.”WHICH IS TRUE
MY AUNT MARY HAD A SWITCHBLADE IN A SPECIAL POCKET OF HER NIGHTGOWN UNTIL THE DAY SHE DIED
the moral of this story is
1. Sit the way you want.
2. My great aunt Mary was a fucking badass.

Aunt Mary is my new hero

funnyfacesplace:

angergirl:

AU CONTRAIRE

MY GRANDMA GOT ALL A’S IN “ETIQUETTE” (YES THAT WAS AN ACTUAL CLASS IN HER HIGH SCHOOL) AND SHE TOLD ME, “DEAR,” SHE SAID,


YOU NEVER CROSS YOUR LEGS, YOU CROSS YOUR ANKLES. BUT THE GREAT THING ABOUT YOU LIVING IN THIS GENERATION IS YOU DON’T HAVE TO FOLLOW MY GENERATION’S RULES. SIT THE WAY YOU WANT. IF SOMEONE LOOKS UP YOUR SKIRT, JUST TELL THEM YOUR AUNT MARY WILL KILL THEM.

WHICH IS TRUE

MY AUNT MARY HAD A SWITCHBLADE IN A SPECIAL POCKET OF HER NIGHTGOWN UNTIL THE DAY SHE DIED

the moral of this story is

1. Sit the way you want.

2. My great aunt Mary was a fucking badass.

Aunt Mary is my new hero