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This is the rape joke: My best friend was four years old the first time his father came into his room at midnight and tore out his throat. He still has days when I cannot hold him because the memory of a bleeding trachea haunts his doorway. He has not been home for the holidays in many years, but – even now – hands are seen as weapons. This is the rape joke: I have been told by more than twenty people that they have been raped. To all of them, I asked where the rapist was. From none of them, I heard ‘jail.’ This is the rape joke: Once my brother told me that I was so ugly, I would be a virgin forever. Unless someone raped me. But even they wouldn’t come back for seconds. This is the rape joke: I believed him. This is the rape joke: I now look at every woman on the street and wonder if the space between her legs is a crime scene, surrounded by ripped caution tape. The statistics tell me that this is so common that I will never be in a room that does not contain a survivor. Not even if I am in that room alone. This is the rape joke: I was thirteen years old, and he was supposed to be just a friend. This is the rape joke: When his older brother came home, the boy pulled away. He wiped the tears from my face and said ‘we should do this again some time.’ This is the rape joke: When I finally told my parents, they asked what I had been wearing. This is the rape joke: I had been wearing my innocence. My trust. I had worn the love I held for humanity and expected to be treated well. I had never been taught that I would be that girl, the one who keeps a mine of secrets between her legs – that girl was the slut. I wasn’t supposed to be breakable. What had I been wearing? I wore the rape joke, then I became it.

This is the Rape Joke | d.a.s

After Lora Mathis’s poem “the Rape Joke”

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Female privilege is getting to claim a headache to avoid sex.

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When someone is raped, you don’t validate the rapist, wish it upon yourself, or congratulate the victim. It doesn’t matter that it was a boy. Anyone is susceptible to rape.

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Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

Kait Rokowski  (via suff0cates)

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I believe pain breeds wolves and joys give rise to moons. We grow forests in our bones so our memories can’t find us. I believe we hide and haunt ourselves.

Pavana पवन  (via uhh-huh-honeey)

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When your mom tells you that “young women should be soft,” with stained lips and pretty curls, listen. Soft, she says, like the girls she points out on T.V. Pour over magazines, looking for a way to sandpaper your rough edges. Read articles on how to flirt, how to find a foundation for your skin tone, and how to know if he likes you. Resent your hair for the way it flips. Resent your chin for being prone to zits. Resent yourself for being too large, too loose, too much. When your mom comments that you’ve put on weight, apologize. Your final year of high school, meet a boy who prefers secondhand shirts to the ones his mom buys him on his birthday. Take his offer to drive you home and say, “Yes” when he asks you if you like the Brian Jonestown Massacre, even though you’ve never listened to them. Find yourself in his car multiple days a week, bobbing your head to the voice of a soft singer and lazily talking about places you’ve never been. Prioritize sitting with him by a lake and smoking cigarettes before doing your homework. Come home reeking of secondhand smoke and guilt as your mom asks you why your grades have dropped. When he asks you to spend the night, call your mother and lie. Tell her you are sleeping at a friend’s. Laugh at how easy it is. Feel lucky as he giggles your name beneath the covers before rolling on top of you. Stay still beneath him until he returns to his side, panting, as you swish the word “virginity” around your mouth. Laugh at how easy it was to lose. When he tells you that you wear too much makeup, feel foolish all at once, like you should have known the thick eyeliner you carefully smudged beneath your eyes that morning was too much. Mutter an apology as you excuse yourself to the bathroom, where you can wipe most of it off with a rough paper towel. Go weeks with a bare face, until he touches your arm in the hallway and says, “You look really tired. Is it just your face or something?” When he wants to try something new, do not ask him if it will hurt. Be soft. Be still. Keep telling him you’re okay. Tell yourself it will be over soon. Remember something you read in a book once, a piece of advice English mothers would give their daughters on their wedding nights. Follow it. Just “close your eyes and think of England.” Do not apologize to your friends when they ask where you’ve been. Convince yourself you’ve really been busy. Invite them to hang out with you and your boyfriend. Swallow the uneasy feeling in your stomach as you pretend not to see them cringe. Tell yourself they don’t know what they’re talking about when they say you’ve changed. That you have changed, but only because you wanted to. After graduation, ignore your mother. Ignore your friends. Ignore the well-meaning teacher who went out of their way to tell you, “Some things seem right, but they’re not.” Move in with him. Laugh and talk about sleeping in the same bed for the next 30 years. Drink coffee together in the mornings, walk hand-in-hand to class afterwards. Eat dinner in front of the television, idly watching reruns before getting bored and leading each other to bed. Learn that he gets angry when you come home later than expected, even if it is only twenty minutes. Learn that he does not seem as cute when he’s drinking when he does it every night. Learn that his voice is not always a soft coo, that sometimes it is a bellow that will leave you red-eyed. Start considering showers your alone time. Start pretending you are already asleep when he touches you in bed. Tell him you love him. Forget what it means. Find yourself getting lost in your town on a regular basis. Regularly leave your home and wander for hours, until you are somewhere you’ve never been, never seen. Berate yourself for walking aimlessly again, but do not feel a pull to find your way home. Remind yourself it wasn’t always this way. Remind yourself that you used to be the sort of person parents said had “a good head on their shoulders.” That friends used to admire you for declaring that you loved being alone and would likely never get married, not when the divorce rate is so high. That a while ago, you were a girl who knew nothing about studying billboards and magazines and newspapers and library books for a way to leave. Remind yourself that you used to be so rough around the edges, so full of spitfire and desire, so full of plans. Ah, but this is how you changed for love.

How To Change For Love | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

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boys will go around judging girls if their asses and boobs aren’t exactly to their liking but the moment a girl isn’t impressed by their 4 inch dick they’re being “oppressed” and “have to conform to ridiculous standards”

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Some people are born with tornados in their lives, but constellations in their eyes. Other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea.

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You have to accept that some people are not made for deep conversations, or for holding you together when you’re about to fall apart, or for keeping you from unzipping your skin, or for talking you out of suicide, or to love you through the worst moments of your life. Some people are made for shallow exchanges, and ridiculous banter, and nothing more. And that’s okay. That doesn’t make them horrible people because they simply aren’t able to handle a storm like you. It doesn’t make you a bad person because you won’t divulge all the gritty details of your horror show. It makes you smart. You have to accept that there will be people that cannot give you what you need. It doesn’t mean they are not worth keeping in your life. You just have to figure out who these ones are before you’re disappointed. And you have to keep them at arm’s length. You cannot expect everyone in your life to understand, to be nonjudgmental, to get it. But that’s okay, because not everyone was made to impart wisdom, or wax-poetic, or speak on politics and the depravity of society, or discuss how crucial it is that the stigma of mental illness be abolished. There are times when you have to get away from all that heaviness. You have to. And you will need superficial conversation about Kim Kardashian’s arse, or a debate on the colour of The Dress. You will need those ones. So don’t go round cutting people off and dropping your friends. You need people for all your seasons. You need people or you won’t survive this.

What my therapist told me this morning (via salikawood)

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My friend is very stubborn about this, but she believes you can't be racist towards white people. What are your thoughts on this?

You can’t be.In order to be racist, you need to possess two traits. The first is privilege: A structural, institutional, and social advantage. White people occupy positions of racial privilege, even when they are disadvantaged in other ways. White women, for example, consistently make more than black women, because they benefit from racial attitudes. 

Furthermore, you also have to have power: the ability, backed up by society, to be a strong social influencer, with greater leeway when it comes to what you do, where, and how.For instance, white people benefit from privilege and power when they aren’t arrested for drug crimes at disproportionate rates, while black people experience racism when they’re arrested, and sentenced, for the same crimes. This reflects a racialized power imbalance in the justice system. It’s about the privilege and power of white offenders (less likely to be racially profiled, more likely to have strong legal representation, more likely to be able to talk police officers out of an arrest) and the lack of social status for black offenders.(x)

White people are not oppressed.

The history of the oppression of people of color by the West, and, by extension, white people, spans centuries. Africans were enslaved and brought to the New World, where European colonialists stole land from Indigenous people. Colonies across the Global South brought untold wealth into the coffers of Europe, with the low, low cost of suffering for native populations.

On top of all of this prejudice and racism are not the same thing.

“Prejudice and racism are different. A joke about white people dancing has no impact on the lives of average white people, whereas jokes about black people and reinforcing stereotypes about black people do have an impact on the lives of everyday black people.” - Justin Simien

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the signs as strange phenomena of the mind

Déjà Vu // “The experience of being certain that you have experienced or seen a new situation previously – you feel as though the event has already happened or is repeating itself.” - Cancer, Pisces

Déjà Vécu // “Is the experience of having seen an event before, but in great detail – such as recognizing smells and sounds. This is also usually accompanied by a very strong feeling of knowing what is going to come next.” - Scorpio, Aquarius

Déjà Visité // Déjà visité is a less common experience and it involves an uncanny knowledge of a new place. For example, you may know your way around a a new town or a landscape despite having never been there, and knowing that it is impossible for you to have this knowledge. - Virgo, Sagittarius

Déjà Senti // “The phenomenon of having “already felt” something. This is exclusively a mental phenomenon and seldom remains in your memory afterwards. You could think of it as the feeling of having just spoken, but realizing that you, in fact, didn’t utter a word.” - Libra, Gemini

Jamais Vu // “It is often considered to be the opposite of déjà vu and it involves a sense of eeriness. The observer does not recognize the situation despite knowing rationally that they have been there before.” - Taurus, Leo

Presque Vu // “Very similar to the “tip of the tongue” sensation – it is the strong feeling that you are about to experience an epiphany – though the epiphany seldom comes.” - Aries, Capricorn

L’esprit de l’Escalier // “the sense of thinking of a clever comeback when it is too late. The phrase can be used to describe a riposte to an insult, or any witty, clever remark that comes to mind too late to be useful—when one is on the “staircase” leaving the scene” - All The Signs

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speechless x lady gaga cover

ok so i used to love this song so much and it brings back so many really great memories and i kept getting choked up but.I Love It

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Shawn Wasabi - Marble Soda (Live Mashup) Features 153 Different Samples and It’s Absolutely Amazing!

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