But women can never be careful enough, can we? If we take naked pictures of ourselves, we’re asking for it. If someone can manage to hack into our accounts, we’re asking for it. If we’re not wearing anti-rape nail polish, we’re asking for it. If we don’t take self-defence classes, we’re asking for it. If we get drunk, we’re asking for it. If our skirts are too short, we’re asking for it. If we pass out at a party, we’re asking for it. If we are not hyper-vigilant every single fucking second of every single fucking day, we are asking for it. Even when we are hyper-vigilant, we’re still asking for it. The fact that we exist is asking for it.

This is what rape culture looks like.

This is what misogyny looks like.

from What Happened to Jennifer Lawrence Was Sexual Assault  (via catagator)

God fucking damnit it’s only 7am and I’m already making myself look like a socially awkward dumbass. I can’t stand being social, I fucking suck at it. I embarrass myself whenever I open my fucking mouth. I can’t stand it. I just now ran away from a conversation cause I was being a stupid fool and now I’m ranting away on tumblr because this is the only way I know how to express myself properly without embarrassing myself. It’s pathetic. I’m pathetic. God this week has been absolutely horrible for me, and I want to believe this weekend will be better but my boyfriend’s oldest brother is coming to town and I’ll be meeting him for the first time so HELLO MORE AWKWARD MOMENTS. God I hate this. I need a job where I don’t have to interact with anybody at all. I can’t function like this. Shit, I need a life with no face to face social interaction and I’ll be a happy hermit crab.

… I just wanna be home already, but I got another 7 hours of work ahead of me….

Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else, but just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.

The Winter of the Air  (via fuckinq)

this seriously fucked me up right now

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