Red lipstick makes me feel like I could cut a man’s heart out with a high heel shoe and fucking eat it.
You either know what I’m talking about or you don’t
June 2013
11 posts
“Loving me will not be easy. Some days I will be a stuttering apology and you won’t know how to handle all the things I’ve done wrong.”
—writingsforwinter (via thatkindofwoman)
“I don’t want a lukewarm love. I want it to burn my lips and engulf my soul.”
—Woori (via wolf-cub)
i hate walking by a big group of guys and they just b like..
it is truly the most uncomfortable experience
I never understood why some guys are inclined to think less of a girl if she sleeps with him "easily."
Like…
She’s not the only one doing the sex.
You are also doing the sex.
YOU ARE ALSO DOING THE SEX.
HOW CAN YOU JUDGE HER FOR DOING THE SEX WHEN YOU ARE DOING THE SEX ALSO.
“I drank a bottle of wine for company.”
—
Ernest Hemingway (via bsherrod)
Replace wine with whiskey.
(via lostinamerica)
“I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days, I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.”
—Anonymous (via intoxifaded)
“The wounded child inside many females is a girl who was taught from early childhood on that she must become something other than herself, deny her true feelings, in order to attract and please others.”
—Bell Hooks, all about love: new visions (via ellesugars)
May 2013
5 posts
Sometimes at night I suddenly become aware of all the things I’m missing out on right now, and all the people who I’m not close to anymore, and all of the good times that will never happen again, and all the people who meant the world to me who have forgotten about me forever, and I get this awful feeling that’s kind of like a mix between loneliness and nostalgia.
“Let them miss you. Sometimes when you’re always available, they take you for granted because they think you’ll always stay.”
—Unknown. (via venato)
April 2013
23 posts
“I craved him constantly, so deeply it was a physical ache.”
—Unknown (via untames)
“The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.”
—Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via vvrists)
do you ever just wake up and go “nope” and roll over and go back to sleep
“I was raped by four men in one evening. I got drunk and tried to say no. What did my predators do? They told me to drink more. They shoved a bottle in my face and told me to keep drinking. Drink till I was drunk enough to fuck them. I blacked out. They urinated on me. They assaulted me. They shoved foreign objects in my body, anally and vaginally. They took videos. I was just 16 years old. The video was sent around my entire school, and I was bullied every single day of my senior year of high school. I lost all of my friends. I was physically and verbally abused by peers and people I once called friends. Someone tried to set me on fire in the hallway during passing period. Nobody sympathized with me. Nobody cared about the fact that because of these events, I was trying to kill myself every single day. I was cutting myself, making myself puke, showering upwards of fifteen times a day because I felt filthy. I was scratching and peeling the skin off of my body because I was dirty. I looked at myself like I deserved what I got. The world saw me as dirty, so I began to see myself that way, too. My rapists were praised by my peers for their deed. I never had a voice. When I first learned about the Steubenville incident going to trial, I was overjoyed. Because Jane Doe’s story was my story, and if anyone deserved justice, it was her. She would get the justice I never got. She would change the tide of the rape culture movement. Despite the horrific events that occurred, I knew that the justice served would help ease her pain. But she didn’t get justice, and now she has to witness this news coverage, favoring and sympathizing with her attackers. Pain is not an accurate word to describe what she is feeling right now. Pain is the simplest term you could use. As a rape victim and an aspiring journalist, I am disgusted with the way this case was reported on. Jane Doe’s rapists deserve their suffering in prison. They deserve more. They do not deserve to be sympathized with. They made their stupid decision, and they deserve whatever consequences come their way. If you don’t want to be labeled as a rapist, don’t fucking rape.”
—Anonymous comment left on the CNN petition demanding they apologize for sympathizing with the Steubenville rapists (via theworldmaybebroken)
i love saying fuck me because it can either be sexual or self-loathing and those are two things that describe me perfectly
How rape trials should go?
- Lawyer: Did he rape her?
- Witness: Yes, but she was drunk and passed out.
- Lawyer: That's not what I asked. Did he rape her?
- Witness: Yes, but she was wearin-
- Lawyer: I didn't ask what she was wearing. Did he rape her?
- Witness: Yes, but-
- Lawyer: I didn't ask anything else. It's just a simple yes or no answer. Did he rape her?
- Witness: Yes.
- Laywer: Yes, he raped her.
- Rape is rape is rape, no matter the context.
I DIDN’T FINDTHE TUMBLR BUT I FOUND “PRETTY GIRLS MAKING UGLY FACES” AND I WAS CRYING ON THE BUS I WAS LAUGHING SO AHRD
March 2013
2 posts
I am utterly numb and miserable. Its not just a bad mood spell. Its everyday. I want to leave. to be done with this. I dont want to get better; because i am tired of fighting. Not my family nor my closest of friends can do anything about it. I want to die.
February 2013
12 posts
“You tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.” —“For Women Who Are Difficult to Love,” Warsan Shire (via lykereally)
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.” —“For Women Who Are Difficult to Love,” Warsan Shire (via lykereally)
“I am a hard person to love but when I love, I love really hard.”
—Tupac Shakur (via ohhyeahhjamieyeahh)
the actual, physical ache you feel in your chest and in your bones when you’re so sad is fucking awful.
