LET'S RUN AWAY.

smfh pathetic

Re-fucking-diculous

Smh

“I guess I’ll have a new daughter” I’m so glad there’s women like this in the world because initially I really thought she would have no where to stay

Praying for this poor girl whoever shit is. Her mom is an idiot.

Beautiful parenting. This is how you do it!

god bless gordan ramsey 

Dude is only a dick to adults, awesome.

because, those adults should know what they’re doing, they’re cooks these are kids hes teaching to cook, therefore he is patient. 

Not to be a downer but if i had to, at 12 years old, listen to my mother tell me all the different ways men would want to hurt my body, and how i might prevent that, then i really feel like teenage boys can handle a conversation with their parents that starts “let’s talk about consent”

Everyone who comments “but women rape too!!!!!!” on this post and other posts like it please either learn how to have genuine sympathy for rape and abuse victims or go die

To clarify, my mother started that conversation by telling me that she was date raped by a friend, a boy she had trusted, when she was 14 which then started a long series of sexual paranoia which formed a large part of the foundation of the emotional and physical abuse my sister and i suffered from her for my entire adolescence and into young adulthood. She told me about her rape in graphic detail, and convinced me that it would happen to me if i was ever alone with a boy. She told me about her mom’s sexual abuse at the hands of her father. That same year, my best friend admitted to me that her grandfather had been molesting her since before she could remember. My parents gave me pepper spray for my birthday because i walked to and from school alone. All the girls in my 7th grade health class had to have a “self defense day” because our computer teacher was caught fondling a 12 year old. We were taught that if a man tried to hurt us, we had to yell fire because otherwise no one would help. Every woman i know has a story like this. And yet every time we try to talk about it, demons will bend over backwards to point out “women can be rapists/abusers too!!!!” As if we don’t know. As if other women aren’t often their victims. As if cis men didn’t write the laws that allow abusers to escape justice time and time again. As if cis men aren’t overwhelmingly the ones who speak over abuse/rape victims. As if cis men aren’t overwhelmingly the abusers in question. No one is saying “all men rape”. I said “maybe parents should talk about consent with their sons instead of placing all of the emotional trauma of past and possible future sexual violence onto their daughters” and people want to say shit like “teaching boys that they’ll rape someone is a self fulfilling prophecy” and pretend they dont hate women lol. Like can yall die??

And before yall try it, yes this post is for trans women too

could u imagine if ppl talked about catholicism the same way they talked about like… indigenous ppl’s religions….

something i wish i had realized earlier: you can write poems on the same subject more than once. you can write, paint, draw the same thing over and over if you want to. you can spend your whole life making art about oranges. i think i always felt this pressure to get it right the first time like i couldn’t go back and use that inspiration again. but you can. you can go back and revisit it. you can pick up the conversation again and again if you have more to say.

There’s some quote either by or about F. Scott Fitzgerald aimed at the fact that the best writers just write the same story over and over and over again, and it’s massively true. Also, I had a friend in grad school who was full of lovely wisdoms, and she told me once that sometimes, the same ideas and even objects keep showing up in our stories because of a subconscious need to finds it aesthetic and symbolic meaning in our souls. Like for a long time I had an orchard in every story I wrote. She was like, “You’re just trying to get it right.” I don’t know if I ever did but at some point I stopped writing about orchards, so I guess. I guess I solved the mystery of the orchard in my soul.