‘Men get raped and molested,’ should be a whole sentence. If you have to tack on the word ‘too,’ then you’re using the experience of male victims to silence females instead of giving them their own space.
I like drinking tea alone, and reading alone.
I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.
It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.
I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.
But when I see a mother with her child;
A girl with her lover;
Or a friend laughing with their best friend;
I realize that even though I like being alone
I don’t fancy being lonely.after 3+ years on tumblr this is still the most relevant accurate thing i’ve ever seen
Language is a cat. It leads me around the house at night. It shows me it’s secrets. Language likes me. Language curls up in my lap.
"But you’re so good at cats!" they say, when I can’t lead it where I want it to go.
They put a leash around my language’s throat.
Language is a cat, and sometimes it doesn’t want to be touched.
Why is it that during the day my brain is like: SLEEP YOU WHORE
But at night it’s like: LETS SAMBA
send me your complete honest opinion of me
even if its rude
i want to hear it
do you ever get that horrible feeling in your stomach because you can’t imagine anyone ever falling in love with you and wanting to spend the rest of their life with you