Posted 1 day ago

#YesAllWomen

Because my cousin shared 3 rape experiences she had
And on all three occasions
She was wearing sweats and was brutally beaten

So there goes your excuse
That my tight dress was asking for it
It might have escaped your attention,
But I don’t wake up in the mornings,
And put on a skirt thinking,
Will this get me raped?
I don’t put on a tank top hoping,
Maybe this one will.

#YesAllWomen

Because in school, they teach us that our bodies are offensive.

They pull us from classrooms
And hallways
Demanding if we have longer shorts,
Or even a sweater,
Reminding us that the boys are distracted,
That the boys go wild for a peeking shoulder,
Or the sight of a sun burned thigh,
Because their education is more important than ours.

#YesAllWomen

Because white men in pressed suits,
Expensive watches hanging from their wrists,
Red faces glinting with arrogance,
Have more say over my body than I do.

Because those same men,
Quoting the Bible and fake statistics,
Have never shed blood,
As a twisted sacrifice for being a woman.

Because those same men,
Have never walked the streets,
Fearing for their lives,
Clinging to keys between their fingers like a lifeline
With pepper spray in their bags,
Ready for someone to feel entitled to their body.

#YesAllWomen

Because when a man says no to us,
It is a fault in OUR character.
It is because we are not
Thin, tan, or perky enough for HIM.

Because when WE say no to a man,
Its still a fault in OUR character,
We are the cold, ruthless bitch,
Saying no to the nice guy,
Who offered to buy us a drink,
And Who complimented our hair.

#YesAllWomen

Because a UCSB entitled nine-teen year old boy,
Can record a video
Of his plans to shoot down all the
“Blond bimbos who denied him his right,”
And then do so,
Only to have his actions excused by the media,
Claiming he was depressed,
Instead of admitting that male entitlement is dangerous.

#YesAllWomen

Because I am done being silenced
And I am done being polite.
I am done sitting by
And watching
As a country hypocritically cries
Equality and justice
But doesn’t have equal pay
Lets men make decisions for a woman’s body
And blames the victim for the actions of a rapist.

#YesAllWomen

Because our NO won’t be enough one day.

#YesAllWomen

Because I wasn’t asking for it.

#YesAllWomen

Because “Boys Will Be Boys,” is still an excuse

#YesAllWomen

Because “Not All Men Are Like That,” is still a defense.

#YesAllWomen

Because enough blood has been spilled.

#YesAllWomen

Because I am sixteen years old, and I am so afraid, when I shouldn’t have to be.

W. R.

This poem was inspired by actual tweets from the #YesAllWomen trend on twitter. X

(via slytheringirl69)

Posted 1 day ago

ghastlyshit:

honestyismodesty:

Created to show that Wylona edits her already edited photos before reposting them online.

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Posted 2 days ago
I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.
(via dogpuddle)

(Source: wordsthat-speak)

Posted 3 days ago
love-somuchithurts:

OMG is that a bun bun or a kitty?

love-somuchithurts:

OMG is that a bun bun or a kitty?

(Source: flashate)

Posted 3 days ago
i-bonesnapper:

The SEGA CD is such a masterpiece.

i-bonesnapper:

The SEGA CD is such a masterpiece.

Posted 3 days ago
Posted 3 days ago

billboardbaggins:

You will body check all the time. You will confirm that your thumb and middle finger still touch when you wrap them around your thigh, and when they cannot, you will feel ugly.

You will feel jealous of the people who are not going through recovery. You will scrutinise their goal weights and wonder how much lighter you would be if you hadn’t told someone. You will feel profoundly stupid.

You will go to weigh yourself and find that your parents have taken the scales away. You will estimate, then, using how far your stomach sticks out, and how many times your arms jiggle when you shake them.

You will begin to enjoy eating again. When you realise this, you will be overcome with a guilt so strong you will lie on the floor and cry for two hours. This will repeat at least once a week.

You will consider bulimia. You will stare into the toilet and stick two fingers down your throat and vomit nothing but your feelings up into the bowl. You will give up but never stop thinking about it.

You will absentmindedly touch your collarbones. When they begin to become less prominent, you will stare at yourself in the mirror and cry. Your parents think it is out of anger, but it is really out of grief.

You will recover, too, eventually. You will live. But first you have to die a hundred thousand times.

Posted 4 days ago
Posted 4 days ago