i used to fantasize about atla being real and how cool it would be to be an airbender and by used to i mean five minutes ago i did that

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"Pinned onto the ground, she wishes she’d sink into it, because she rather die than give him the satisfaction of tearing her legs apart, taking a piece of her womanhood. Her cries will be muffled over busy streets and people too careless to give a damn. She will be a prisoner in her own body because this man has made it to be something he could break into. Thick hands over a small mouth, eyes shut tighter than his grip around her thighs. She’s forgotten how to breathe while he sighs down her neck. She will be threatened with the words, “tell anyone, you’re dead.” “I’m already dead.” She replies in her head. A still body that was once untouched has become the body she can’t stand to look at, she will still feel his fingertips across her skin. She will feel every thrust as she cries into the arms of her future lover because she just can’t seem to let him touch under her shirt even though she loves him. She loves him. She’s sorry. She will wake up in sweat after a hour of sleep because she saw that face again, she felt the choke hold around her throat while the feeling of his flesh invades her body like a small army invades a town. He’s poisoned every petal from her blossom, he’s tore her down to twigs. “You’re a dirty girl.” He whispered it,time after time, and god, she still feels that way after the trash that was on top of her that night. She’ll take hundreds of showers but never wash away the feeling of disgust on her flesh.
She’ll grow into the woman she wasn’t before. Yet after the years pass she’ll still think he took something, her virginity, her childhood, herself. Haunted with what she thinks she lost, she won’t remember that he took nothing, nothing. Remember he took nothing."

- i.c. // they took nothing away
from us, we’re still here. (via delicatepoetry)


repeat after me: I am beautiful. I am powerful. and I will devour those who disagree.

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It’s Monday. I’m going home at 6pm and a middle aged man and a teenage boy are the only people left on the bus with me. I consider the fact that because the driver is also a man I am the only person left on the bus with the correct genetic makeup for boobs. I’m automatically scared, scared because of my own anatomy. I wonder how old I was when I realized that my own body was going to be the cause of the constant anxiety and fear I feel in situations like this. I get off at the last stop and the older man smiles at me while following me up the street. His smile drips, drips, drips and my heart is pounding, pounding, pounding. He turns off down another road, but I run the rest of the way home.

Not all men.

I’m at home on a Tuesday, beginning to plan the travels I want to go on next year. I dream of wandering the streets and meeting strangers. I just can’t wait to escape the city I’ve lived in for 17 long years. But… my mum is hesitant. She’s forever worried about the danger that being a young girl traveling alone can bring. I’ll be alone and she’s scared. Surely I’m invincible. I feel invincible. But I know, I know this danger is real and I can’t help but think to myself, if I feel unsafe in my own city, how am i going to feel in a strange place with strange men who don’t speak the same language as me? If I was my brother planning this, I would probably just be wondering if European girls are going to be hot.

Not all men.

Wednesday is a beautiful sunny day but I’ve always been told that I don’t have a “nice enough body” to wear a bikini on the beach. Ever since I was 6 years old I’ve thought that having tummy fat was ugly. That skin that doesn’t have a perfectly golden glow is undesirable. I amble to a clear patch of sand in my one piece and I can feel pairs of eyes latching onto me. Hairy men in speedos who I don’t look twice at eat into my body with their stares. I’m a piece of meat. I am a piece of meat? I am here for their amusement. Please don’t let me be eaten alive.

Not all men.

Thursday night two friends and I are walking to our god damn school dance when we hear “Jesus look at you! You sluts heading to a pole?” These words snarl out of the mouth of a respectably dressed man and we stop in horror. Shivers roll up my back in fear. It’s dark. We are alone. What. Do. We. Do??? One of us pulls the finger back. I can never be sure how quickly a sexist man can get angry so we walk quickly away. We’re angry, so so angry. But also so… deflated. I wonder if we deserve this shame.

Not all men.

Sitting on the internet, Friday night and scrolling down my Facebook newsfeed:

“Haha, good job at the game today bro. You RAPED them!”
“Damn with tits like that, you’re asking for it :P”

Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…

I’m shrinking and shrinking and shrinking and I want to CRY because these boys don’t realize how small they make me feel with just pressing a few keys. I see these boys on the streets, I talk to these boys, I laugh with these boys. Dear GOD, dear GOD I hope these boys don’t think actions speak louder than words…

Not all men.

Three rules that have been drilled into me since I was young run through my mind at 1.30am on a Satur… Sunday Morning:

-Don’t ever talk to strange men
-Don’t ever be alone at night in a strange place
-Don’t ever get into a car with a stranger

I break all 3 of these laws as I pull open the taxi door. Making light conversation with the driver, he doesn’t see my sweaty hand clutching the small pocket knife I keep hidden on me at all times. He doesn’t even realize the fear I feel at his mere presence. He cannot comprehend it, he never will. How easy would this 15 minute car ride be if I was born a boy?

Not all men.

It comes to Sunday, another snoozy, sleepy, Sunday and someone has the AUDACITY to tell me not all men are rapists. I say nothing.

I’m a 17 year old girl.
When I am walking alone and it’s dark, it’s all men.
When I am in a car with a man I don’t know well, it’s all men.
When men drunkenly leer at me on the streets, it’s all men.
When a boy won’t leave me alone at a party, it’s all men.

Not all men are rapists. But for a young girl like me? Every one of them has the potential to be.



- a piece i wrote for an english assignment about my personal experiences with rape culture, in particular with the saying “not all men” which i know has been making a lot of controversy on the internet recently! idk just wanted to share (via lehnsherres)

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i dont date in high school because no one is rich yet so whats the point

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Today in biology the teacher asked “why do chromosomes have to stick together?” And I whispered “because they’re bromosomes” and the guy next to me just about died laughing

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Stereotypical Anime Roles By Zodiac Sign.

Aries: The determined, optimistic and hot-headed protagonist.

Taurus: The big brother "sempai" protective sidekick.

Gemini: The laid-back comic relief pervert.

Cancer: The stoic, cold character with a tragic romantic history.

Leo: The boastful, egocentric antagonist with dramatic entrances/exits.

Virgo: The nervous, obsessive-compulsive character who looks great in glasses.

Libra: The single guy caught in a harem anime.

Scorpio: The outwardly playful companion with a secret, sinister agenda revealed in a dark plot twist.

Sagittarius: The loud-mouthed idiot from Osaka.

Capricorn: The intense kendo team captain.

Aquarius: The popular, yet emotionally detached school idol.

Pisces: The mysterious and shy character with psychic/telepathic abilities.



More people are concerned with why women stay in abusive relationships than why men are abusing women

real talk

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friend: hey man what’s wrong?

me: anime got me fucked up bro

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