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poppypicklesticks:

my face when people on my facebook start praising Anita Sarkeesian 

poppypicklesticks:

my face when people on my facebook start praising Anita Sarkeesian 

justadashofsarcasm:

deluxetoaster:

can we start a club for teenagers who were constantly complimented on their intelligence when they were younger and are now having trouble coping with the realization that they’re actually of average intellect at best

can this club have a support person that helps us to study because we didn’t need to before so we don’t know how to now 

Anonymous said: the amity affliction suck

theamityaffiction:

deathingly:

They’re nice people, you leave them alone.

you suck

the hell man even if you don’t like the band at least recognize they’re people and they’ve saved a lot of lives? and why waste your time writing a dumbass hate comment?

vanillish:

other people during winter:

image

me:

image

fuck cold weather

edgebug:

rectumofglory:

andromedalogic:

direcartographies:

a moment of silence for all the fanfiction lost to the ravages of time, unsalvageable even by the wayback machine, condemned to its final resting place in the deactivated archives of fansites for now-syndicated television shows

rest in bytes my dear lemons and limes

#1549

confessionsofarapevictim:

I hate that I have to see you everyday when I pass you in the hallways. I hate it that every time I see you, I can’t breath for those couple of seconds. I hate being able to feel your eyes on me while I’m walking. I hate that after seeing you, I can’t find it in me to be happy again. I hate how no one cares enough to notice my sudden mood change and how I’m not that “happy” girl anymore. I hate myself for being to weak to stop you. I just can’t find it in myself to hate you.

me circa 2008

lovekellinquinn:

someone get me a bottle of vodka quick

awwww-cute:

I told them that they had to get jobs to help pay the bills. Here’s them heading to their first day of work

awwww-cute:

I told them that they had to get jobs to help pay the bills. Here’s them heading to their first day of work

bisexualpiratequeen:

I’m trying hard to live by Cat Principles.

1. I am glorious above all things
2. Eat when hungry, sleep when sleepy, play when bored
3. Affection is given and received on my terms and only mine
4. Show displeasure clearly.
5. NO
6. Demand the things you want. If they aren’t given, demand them again, but louder this time.
7. If you are touched when you don’t want to be, say so. If they continue to touch you, make them bleed.

solarescapism:

caveofdoubt:

"Two Of A Kind" | Daylight

Oh, I can’t believe myself.
I stuck around just long enough to care. 

Oh, I fucking hate myself.
I hate you too, and I hope you’re well aware.

i hope to hell that you still hurt.
It’s things like this I can’t ignore
i want the life we had before

right in the heart.

ovtlinxs:

cravist:

explisist:

bitterarab:

Damn.

*standing ovation*

THIS

more here


YEP

ovtlinxs:

cravist:

explisist:

bitterarab:

Damn.

*standing ovation*

THIS

more here

YEP

alrights:

death-by-lulz:

AND HERE WE HAVE MY BIGGEST PET PEEVE

YES

alrights:

death-by-lulz:

AND HERE WE HAVE MY BIGGEST PET PEEVE

YES

cedroit:

Not my photo, just my edit // The Amity Affliction - Cut It Out

cedroit:

Not my photo, just my edit // The Amity Affliction - Cut It Out

"

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)