She is not “my girl.”

She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

How much more blessed can I be?


Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist    (via joielalune)

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"I did not intend to get this drunk"

Me everytime I drink (via upperslut)

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I became aware of rape culture when I was in eighth grade
I heard it everyday
As if rape was a word to describe attraction to someone
It became a joke as it fell from the lips of 13 year old girls
Like undigested food and lip gloss
They became accustomed to the saying
“It’s not rape if you yell surprise”

I was a freshman in high school
When a boy sent my friend a text message that read
“you’re so cute, I wanna rape you”
And she took it as a compliment
I was a sophomore when my health teacher said if you are ever about to be raped yell fire
As if rape isn’t serious enough for people to care

We live in a world that punishes women before rapists
Because the first thing the police will ask is what you were wearing
Girls are taught to cover up every inch of flesh
To shame their bodies
Because showing too much skin could provoke someone to rape them
As if it is their fault
For someone else’s lack of control
Because we teach girls how not to get raped
Instead of teaching boys not to rape

I’m afraid to even walk to my car alone
And I hear that word fall from the mouths of middle schoolers like a joke they’ve just heard
I cringe and look away
Because we aren’t laughing.


My thoughts at 4 in the morning (via fall-in-love-with-who-you-are)

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it dont even feel like september it dont even feel like any month we just floatin thru time

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