Just because of 2 people who completely ruined my life, I thought everyone else would do the same. I went through the phase of not wanting to make friends, acknowledge friends and talk to people. Because of all that, I realised how much I was missing out as a teenager. How many camps I could have went but purposely avoided, how much fun I would have with my friends and how much happier I would be. And I probably wouldn’t hate everyone as much as I do now, to only find out that the problem lies within me. I could have treated my close friends better, especially C, who had been through all the bullshit I threw at her. I’m so sorry it took me so long to realise. I wasted 3 years, 3 whole years of being an asshole. A gazillion “sorry”s will never salvage that.
I feel like my secondary school life is already over. No more fun for me for the last 8 months. 4 years went past pretty fast, and it was not fruitful. Though it wasn’t the most pleasant 4 years of my life, I will miss it dearly. A little part of me wants to live it all over again, and make some things right.
I am so jealous of people facilitating the camp. For once I’m not experiencing something all my friends are, and I can’t talk to anyone. Not like I talk to anyone on a daily basis but now I feel the urge to talk to them more, so I can feel like part of the experience. Even if it’s a tiny bit.
Here’s to strong women. May we know them. May we be them. May we raise them.-Unknown (via thatkindofwoman)
Ten rape prevention tips:
1. Don’t put drugs in women’s drinks.
2. When you see a woman walking by herself, leave her alone.
3. If you pull over to help a woman whose car has broken down, remember not to rape her.
4. If you are in an elevator and a woman gets in, don’t rape her.
5. When you encounter a woman who is asleep, the safest course of action is to not rape her.
6. Never creep into a woman’s home through an unlocked door or window, or spring out at her from between parked cars, or rape her.
7. Remember, people go to the laundry room to do their laundry. Do not attempt to molest someone who is alone in a laundry room.
8. Use the Buddy System! If it is inconvenient for you to stop yourself from raping women, ask a trusted friend to accompany you at all times.
9. Carry a rape whistle. If you find that you are about to rape someone, blow the whistle until someone comes to stop you.
10. Don’t forget: Honesty is the best policy. When asking a woman out on a date, don’t pretend that you are interested in her as a person; tell her straight up that you expect to be raping her later. If you don’t communicate your intentions, the woman may take it as a sign that you do not plan to rape her.
Rape prevention tips
Posted by Leigh Hofheimer under Prevention
this perfectly represents how ridiculous the things women are told to prevent rape in the rape culture we live in
I am going to Paris, walk the streets Anna walked in, and meet my very own St Clair. I will live in Victorian houses on Dolores Street and meet my very own Cricket.
I wonder-Unknown (via coyotegold)
whose arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved.
Don’t you dare, for one more second, surround yourself with people who are not aware of the greatness that you are.-Jo Blackwell-Preston (via suchvodka)
13 things my uncle told me before he died:-poems from my uncles grave (via pale-afternoon)
not everyone has the blessing to understand sadness
when waiting at the bus stop, it’s okay to smoke cigarettes
never touch anyone else’s clothes at the laundromat
it’s okay to miss the people who were bullets to you
when your grandmother asks you how you are, be honest
never be afraid to say “no” even after you’ve said “yes”
if someone tells you graffiti isn’t art, prove them wrong
remember people by their eye color not their clothes
you’re allowed to like dark chocolate with tangerines
don’t lie that you don’t have a lighter when you really do
turn your phone off every once in a while and find the moon
if you want a tattoo, don’t let anyone tell you not to get it
if you ever find yourself at the graveyard, read the names