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When I tell you I snorted!

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Reblog this and money will be entering your life this week

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reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

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No means rape, evidently.

I met a man outside of a bar. It was bar close, it was cold, he offered me a ride home, I accepted. I knew he was interested in me. He kept asking me to stay out, go somewhere together, just hang for a while. 

He was cute, pretty charming. I was on the fence… until he pulled into a parking lot and started trying to make out with me. Then, I was firmly planted on the ‘nope. Not gonna happen’ side of the fence. He was relentless. I kept pushing his hands off me, pushing his face away from my own. I was trying to be polite ‘Take my number, we can go out another time.’ 'It’s not that I don’t want to, I just need to get home.’ I was scared, but I wasn’t totally sure of what. I pushed his hand away. He kissed me. I pushed his face away and said something trite 'It sure is getting late…’ He sat back in the drivers seat, Head hung a little, a distinct look of defeat. I turned my gaze out the windshield and let out little a breath of relief. Finally, he’s got it. I guess that’s why his first punch hit my cheek, And why I never saw it coming. I suppose that’s all for the best. His second punch broke my nose clean, in the x-Ray it looks like someone took an exact-o to the bridge. 'Get in the back bitch’ was the next thing I heard. It’s amazing how fast you can shimmy into the back seat of an SUV when you are scared shitless and projectile bleeding. After he raped me he couldn’t decide what to do with me, so he climbed back into the drivers seat and told me to tie my pants around my face. Did you know Old Navy made size 18 dark wash blindfolds? Me either. He talked a lot about his choices: dump me in the woods, take me with him or kill me. When he got tired of that he told me to climb back into the front. Then he asked for my license. He took my college ID, my AAA card and a couple of Starbucks gift cards I had been given by parents at the preschool I taught at as tokens of appreciation. He told me that if I 'lied and said I was raped’ he would find me and kill me. Then he raped me again. Then he got out of the car, the doors were locked. I couldn’t find my phone. I couldn’t open the goddam doors. I couldn’t find anything remotely shaped like a weapon. The fucking doors and windows and doors wouldn’t fucking open. Then he came back and told me I was disgusting and I needed to get the fuck out. So I did. He peeled out and ran over the heel of my shoe. How my foot wasn’t broken I’ll never know. I was in a parking lot, covered in blood, naked from the waist down. The police came. The ambulance came. The kit was done. There was a detective There was DNA evidence There was a photo lineup. There was never an arrest. Never a DNA match ( that I would know of.) It never made the news. It never even made the police blotter.

When I saw your page collecting stories I felt instantly compelled to share. It’s a terrible thing living thru tragedy, it is made worse still by the knowledge that this crime under similar circumstances, with a similar plot happens year after month after week after day after hour all because she said 'no.’

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Reblog to show others the difference.

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“I often find my thoughts fading in and out of suicidal tendencies to the point where I almost risk it all in one instant, all on pure impulse.”

—Why am I alive?

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If you’re feeling discouraged about voting for Bernie Sanders after the March 10th primaries, I hope this graphic change will help boost your confidence to get out and vote. For anyone who can’t see the image, I edited the delegate count shown on Google from integers to percentages, and this is what we have as of March 11th at 11:25am ET

There have been 41.89% of the total delegates declared.

Of the 1,991 pledged delegates needed to win the nomination, this is how close each candidate is to that mark by percentage:

Joe Biden (running): 42.54%

Bernie Sanders (running): 34.4%

Elizabeth Warren (dropped out): 3.46%

Mike Bloomberg (dropped out): 3.06%

Pete Buttigieg (dropped out): 1.3%

Amy Klobuchar (dropped out) 0.35%

Tulsi Gabbard (running): 0.1%

The race isn’t even halfway over, and nobody has even reached the halfway mark to the number of delegates needed to win the nomination. If you want Bernie Sanders to win, your vote is still an important part of this race. If you live in Arizona, Florida, Illinois, or Ohio, go out and vote on Tuesday, March 17th!

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tom licked jake’s hand. reminder that tom is 23

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Boy, you know me so well. Actually, I’m nursing an electromagnetic headache.

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Robert Downey Jr. as Tony Stark in The Avengers (2012) dir. Joss Whedon

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“My first love was some insignificant boy when it should have been myself.”

— Michelle K., First Love (via books-n-quotes)

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Day 2 of not eating anything but diet soda and 4 crackers. I can start to feel it. Let's go for day 3.

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I have something to prove this time. No one thinks it's a problem because I'm not underweight, so it wont be a problem to just stop eating altogether. Its not a problem unless I die.

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I gained all the weight back from eating more and thats fucked up so back to not eating for me

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MILK AND HONEY.