June 2012
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don’t say nice things to me because i will fall in love with you and die
“It saddens me to see girls proudly declaring they’re not like other girls –...”
– “I’m not like the other girls”, Claudia Gray (via grrrlstudies)
Ten rape prevention tips: →
coerulescens:
1. Don’t put drugs in women’s drinks.
2. When you see a woman walking by herself, leave her alone.
3. If you pull over to help a woman whose car has broken down, remember not to rape her.
4. If you are in an elevator and a woman gets in, don’t rape her.
5. When you…
I was really disappointed when I turned 16 and my grandmother didn’t tell me I was the crown princess of genovia
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“[tw: rape] Society has allowed rapists to define what resistance is: screaming,...”
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A section of the article “How I became a rape victim”
(via sociolab)
BOOM, rape culture at work… Can I also add, when you are in a situation that involves rape or you think might involve rape or looks like it might involve rape in a few minutes, its usually pretty scary to scream and kick…...
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costanzawasright:
when i first heard of shark week i thought no. impossible. no such thing. shark strong
currently
writing
and i feel crazy someone stop me from accessing my twitter account omg
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bird: chirps
me: wtf what tab is that coming from
there was a perfect amount of sun. andrew got sorted and qx was sparkling. nic’s backpack was vile but 50 shades of grey is worst and huda is not getting married to her neighbour.
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dying bcos boys
“I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I...”
– Jack Kerouac (via alecshao)
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“I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.”
from Book of Matches
slightly:
Let me put it this way: if you came to lay your sleeping head against my arm or sleeve, and if my arm went dead, or if I had to take my leave at midnight, I should rather cleave it from the joint or seam than make a scene or bring you round. There, how does that sound?
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“I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but...”
– Gustave Flaubert (via larmoyante) 