Bitchin for 353 Days

Never really thought of it, but being enemies is like the highest declaration of equality? I mean, if someone is your enemy (not a bully, not someone annoying), you are putting them on the same level as yours... wooooow

Do any other american high schoolers have intense survivor’s guilt and trauma with school shootings even though they weren’t at your school?

Like. A laser tag place opened geared towards teenagers and it got no business, we tried to enjoy it but when someone pointed a laser machine gun at me and I instinctively dropped behind the nearest wall and reached to turn off my phone I cried, I wasn’t the only one. The announcements system turns on at an unexpected time and everyone holds their breath until they say something besides “locks, lights, out of sight,” nobody even jokingly pops chip bags anymore, a door slammed really loud during a class change and everyone dropped and ran. Everyone cries during drills, even the toughest ranch kids. Every drill comes with a full day of teachers crying and telling us that they love us all so much and will die for us, and every kid in every class looking around wondering who would I die for? Who would die for me? You walk to the bathroom and wonder every second if it happens right now, where will I go? You test supply closet doors to see which ones are unlocked, you memorize which furniture in the teachers’ lounge your English teacher says is light enough to barricade a door with. The fire alarm goes off and nobody moves, instead you wait for gunshots—it a trap? You stand with a group of freshmen and realize that you’re the oldest, you know you’ll have to die for them. You forget your ID tag and worry that now the police won’t be able to tell your parents if you’re safe, or not safe. Your stats teacher has a baseball bat by the door, your math teacher keeps a stapler under each desk to throw, your drama teacher asks who will be willing to stand by the non-locking door with the Shakespearean swords. Your yearbook teacher tells you don’t worry about breaking a camera because you heard about the kids who died holding them. You don’t use the bathroom during classes because you don’t want to be the only target to shoot at. You keep your phone on silent 24/7 because you worry the one time you forget will be when you get your whole US History class killed. You have a snap saved with your class schedule and school and full name to send in an instant to your internet friends so they know if you were on that wing, you have a note saved with the things you want your mom to know and the things you’re sorry for. At the age of 12 I was told I needed to know who I would die for and that it was okay if it was nobody, that was my decision to make. School shootings control us more than adults and non-Americans could possibly imagine and nobody moves to change anything unless we’re actively screaming for it. Have you considered we’re too scared?

The absolute fuck. The fuck did I just read. This sounds like dystopian fiction. The fucking fuck.

Whoa. I graduated in 2010 and this was not at all the experience I had in school. This is incredibly fucked up and saddens me deeply.

My senior year was like this in 2013, our school had three attempted shootings that year and we all knew the kids who planned it and had notebooks deeming who was and wasn’t safe and how they’d kill us and hatter that, we jumped at everything. We were all too scared. I hate that kids are like this their whole school career and I want to skin the people responsible for letting us keep feeling like this

We had an active shooter scare at my small liberal arts college. A white man was yelling outside of the freshman dorms that he was going to shoot people and slit their throats. People were calling in to public safety and texting their friends to tell them because public safety didn’t let us know about the situation for hours so we put ourselves on lockdown and then were chastised by public safety for being hysterical. This whole week I’ve been on edge, avoiding wide open places, sitting where I can see the entrance and exit if I have to run. Students really thought they were going to die and were crying and praying, telling their friends and family that they loved them, sheltering in dorm rooms. Some of the classroom doors don’t even lock. I actually didn’t hear about it until it was over, but I was shaking and unable to sleep. They didn’t even arrest the man. He could very easily get a gun and come back. I’m looking at every unfamiliar white man I see on campus, asking myself could it be him? I jump at loud noises. I’m unable to focus and fucking terrified. I should be able to just get my education without thinking that if there were an actual shooter on campus, I might not know until it was too late.

If you excuse rape for any reason stay the fuck away from me because you are literally a peice of human refuse.

I’ve reblogged this before but he’ll im doing it again

When are we going to stop pretending girls don’t have hair on their boobs, between their boobs, around their nips, on their ass, on their upper lip, between their brows, on their cheeks, etc?

On their belly, on their toes, on their back, literally everywhere men grow hair

humans grow hair everywhere except on the palms of their hands and soles of their feet. this hair can rank from light blond and soft to dark and wiry, regardless of sex or gender of the person. shaving all of it is a mess and plucking it hurts like hell. humans are just animals with less thick fur. you wouldn’t shame a female animal for having as much fur as a male one, so stop doing that with humans.

reminder to my fellow trans girls freaking out about having hair there

reblog this even if you don’t have a dog. someone who does have a dog will see it.

We don't deserve them

So much sass

John Boyega @ anyone who even tries it: Did I fucking ask?

I saw this episode I was so angry because they addressed a very unique and important problem and they dismissed them and then called them cockroaches like???? I wanted to fight them I’m buying some now.

and their lipsticks are actually really good? I’ve been using them for years and they’ve only gotten BETTER. plus last year I met the founder and she was super nice