“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.

 Leigh Hofheimer   (via rosqua)

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“You will fall in love with me. Then, just months later, you will fall out. I will pretend the entire time that I don’t know it’s coming.”

Miles Walser, excerpt from “A Sonnet of Invented Memories” (via larmoyante)

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“I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.”

Unknown (via psych-facts)

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“This house creaks and moans
even when no one moves.
I can relate.
I think my bones are filled with lead,
I think I’d sink to the ocean
if you had the gull to throw me in.
I wish you would.
My fingers ache from holding onto
things I have no business hoarding,
things I have no business loving.
What I am trying to say is
I wouldn’t mind a little rest.”

Michelle K., What I am Trying to Say. (via michellekpoems)

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“It gets so exhausting, fighting myself.”

Six Word Story #24 (via fassadenmensch)

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“내게 행복할 자격 있을까?
Do I deserve to be happy?”

Tablo, Home (via keixu)

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im sorry

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“I used to think it was mere homesickness, then I started getting it at home.”

John Lennon (via pocahontes)

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“My life is made up of ‘I’m sorry’. I feel like I have to apologize to people, to things, to life itself. It’s like, ‘I’m sorry to be here’. I don’t want to disturb anyone. But in my work, in the clothes I create, I’m actually telling people that I’m here. So I guess I’m disturbing them after all.”

Yohji Yamamoto (via perfect)

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“Sleeping next to someone,
not with someone, is perhaps
the most intimate you will
ever be with another human.
In sleep, we are completely
defenseless. We are soft
and supple and childlike.
Our hard exteriors falls away
when the sand hits our eyes.
The way you sleep, with your
face softened and your arms
wrapped around my waist,
is the most beautiful thing
I have ever seen. I am not an
artist, but I may become one
just so that I can capture that
moment.”

Michelle K., I Miss Sleeping Next To You.  (via sagmirwo)

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although things like that should boost my confidence (in a bitchy way) at least a little bit it makes me feel shitty and extremely self conscious and it gives me insane anxiety

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alittleworldofimagination:

jokerkat:

quincy360:

you know that unexplainable sickish feeling where youre not really sick and you dont really have a headache but you just feel wrong and you cant get comfortable or find something that youre really into but you kinda feel too ill to sleep or eat its like your body saying “i dont know what i want you to do but this isnt it”

That’s called anxiety.

That explains at least half of my life then

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