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@brusied-humanity

If I dont kill me, society will.

Dear rapist,

Do you remember me ?

Because I remember you.

I remember the blunt you offered

The drink you made me

I remember you crawling into Next to me

I remember saying "I wont touch you, Dont worry"

I remember how your hands felt touching my innocent skin

I remember you getting on top of my 95lb body

I remember saying no

Asking to stop

Ill never forget the pain

The tears

Ill never forget your name

Or your eyes

Those deep green eyes

Those monstrous eyes

The eyes of my deepest fear

Ill never forget your voice

Deep

Scary

Grown

Ill never forget the first time I cut myself over you

Ill never forget watching the blood drip down my thighs

Ill never forget the hours I sat in the bath, scrubbing your scent away from my skin

So , do you remember me?

Because I remember you.

Sincerely,

You're first victim.

#MeToo

I was raped by an old friend of mine when I was 11 years old . He never went to prison because I was to scared to come forward until I was nearly 17 years old . There was no DNA, no evidence .. nothing . My word against his and now I suffer from severe anxiety and depression. He was 18 and he ignored my pleading "no" and my begging him not to .. he stole my innocence before I even knew what it was.

Girls and women, we need to make a statement against rape. We need to make it known to make it be seen and noticed. People ignore rape and they shouldn't.

So I beg you, if you were raped, share this and use the caption and hashtag #MeToo

Cluster suicide

You know , exposure to suicide often leads to a cluster of suicides. Tumblr is just a place full of never ending cluster suicides.

“I’m falling. I’m falling apart. Piece by piece, I am breaking down. Worst part is that it’s me who is tearing myself down. Sitting next to my demons, side by side, watching my demise.”

-My demons and I

you say this is how we learn. we love and we lose and this is how we learn. we give our hearts to boys who lock them in boxes and take them 2,000 miles away, and this is how we learn. we let boys we barely know kiss us in places we stop recognizing, and this is how we learn. we write poem after poem about the one who got away, but the one thing we haven’t learned is that we are the one who got away. we’ve gotten away from ourselves, we’ve given our lives to lonely boys in bathroom stalls, and we never actually learn. we stop recognizing our features when we look in the mirror and we become people we have to learn about, again. our hands are not our own, our smiles are not our own, our laughs are not our own: the things we once held close to our chests stop belonging to us. you say this is how we learn. this is how we learn to build up walls, to protect ourselves, to be the mothers we never had. we have our love taken from us and we never get it back, we come to a point where we are running on empty and we have nothing left to love ourselves with. you say this is how we learn to stand up tall, to lock our hearts away, to lock ourselves away, to become the kind of person people see and can’t figure out. you say this is how we learn, but if i’ve learned at all, it’s that i don’t know anything.

we learn how to lose ourselves without really learning anything (via compljcated)

Back in middle school, my friends and I used a very simple coded language for writing secret messages. I saw some posts about needing to hide one’s beliefs from partners/bosses/parents so I wanted to share it with you! These would also be great to incorporate into sigils since they are simple lines and dots.

I am a mess, and I want to be loved by someone as messed up as me. And I know that’s messed up, but I want a love as chaotic as a hurricane that there would be nothing left in the end but glorious mess. And the need to start over again.

Juansen Dizon (via juansendizon)

Because the first time I got raped, my boyfriend broke up with me because I had “cheated” on him. Because the word “rape” is considered a joke. Because over 70% of women let their partners fuck them when they don’t want it. Because 17% of American women have been the victim of sexual assault at some point in their lives. Because only 39% of rapists get reported to the police, and only 3% of them go to jail. Because about 13% of the rape victims commit suicide. Because the third time I got raped, he put a knife to my throat and told me he would kill me if I said I didn’t want it. Because when I wanted to report him, people told me I couldn’t because I hadn’t said “no” to him. Because at least half of all babies born to minor women are fathered by adult men. (10+ years age difference) Because I can’t wear a skirt without being told “I’m asking for it.” Because when I went to a party when I was 14 and I wore a skirt and a guy kept touching my ass all night, my mother told me it shouldn’t have happened if I wore sweatpants. Because a 16 year old girl who had her first orgasm while getting raped, had to watch her 34 (!) year old rapist go free because she had had an orgasm. Because when my guy friend told me and some friends he got raped by a women when he was 12, a “friend” laughed at him and said he should be happy he got laid that young. Because my 17 year old best friend’s parents let her 14 year old brother walk outside until 12pm, but she has to be home at 10. Because a guy from my old school got raped by another guy, but because he is gay, they said it wasn’t considered rape. Because a 19 year old lesbian got raped by a guy, and he didn’t go to prison because he said “he only tried to turn her straight so she would get accepted by her parents” Because in some cultures, girls (and boys) still get thrown out of the family because some guy/girl sexually assaulted them. Because they’re still teaching girls to walk faster at night instead of teaching guys they shouldn’t rape. Because I have to explain why rape makes me angry.

|Why I am fucking angry - D.A.N (the-fault-in-our-scars) || they wonder why rape makes me soar (via ruptured-hope)

As time sways by. You realize you have things inside of you. Things other people can’t take. You’re forever alone, But still you won’t break. It’s the most creative souls, Who end up this way. Dying inside but smiling, Through every breath you take. Comprehending and loving, Is a deadly mistake. One I’ll never forget, I’ll die if I make. The closer they get, The more that they see. You’re not all cupcakes. You’re not all sweet. You’re poisonous. You’re razor blades. You’re good but not great, You’re another mistake. You’ve been through hell, And you’re still burning in flames. You’re an epic disaster, You’re never ending rain. You’re thunder and lightning. You’re an F5 tornado, Swirling in pain. But you’re still beautiful, Drenched in those tears. You’re still worth the chaos. You’re still worth it my dear.

Andy, you are entirely beautifully insane. (via andy-87-renee)

As time sways by. You realize you have things inside of you. Things other people can’t take. You’re forever alone, But still you won’t break. It’s the most creative souls, Who end up this way. Dying inside but smiling, Through every breath you take. Comprehending and loving, Is a deadly mistake. One I’ll never forget, I’ll die if I make. The closer they get, The more that they see. You’re not all cupcakes. You’re not all sweet. You’re poisonous. You’re razor blades. You’re good but not great, You’re another mistake. You’ve been through hell, And you’re still burning in flames. You’re an epic disaster, You’re never ending rain. You’re thunder and lightning. You’re an F5 tornado, Swirling in pain. But you’re still beautiful, Drenched in those tears. You’re still worth the chaos. You’re still worth it my dear.

Andy, you are entirely beautifully insane. (via andy-87-renee)

you are every writer’s dream.  a black scratch on off-white scraps, a cigarette burn on pale wrists.  you’re always there,  giving me something to write about. hurt me today, love me tomorrow, in the background always.  how could any writer turn you down, when your heartbreaking can lead to lovely poetry?

j.e.b. ((i survive you by writing.))