lightning

c'è un po’ di me nel tuoi discorsi,

un po’ di me dentro ai tuoi sogni

She is indeed most wondrous fair, gold of sunshine in her hair, lips that shame the red, red rose. In ageless sleep, she finds repose. The years roll by. But a hundred years, to a steadfast heart, are but a day. 

Hey now, you’re an all star

listen to what I orchestrated

“If I’m going to sell my heroine into marriage for money, I might as well get some of it.”

She’s prettier than I’ll ever be, got yourself a beauty queen, yeah. But there’s one thing I gotta say… she can fuck you good, but

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Cesare Pavese, 3 Febbraio 1947, Il mestiere di vivere, (fonte firma)

grazie a tutti e 12.000 per seguirmi!

“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”

“Yea, but did you see what she was wearing?”

“Boys will be boys!”

“She should know better than to drink at a party…”

  “He should’ve enjoyed it.”

“She must’ve lead him on.”

“But she orgasmed. That means she liked it - “

“Women can’t rape because…”

“Be grateful it wasn’t a man!”

“I’m sorry she hurt you but don’t call what happened to you rape, it’s an insult to the REAL victims…”

“You weren’t raped, you’re just lesbophobic.”

“She’s his wife, it’s her job to please him.”

“Oral isn’t rape.”

“Well he wasn’t armed, she could have walked away.”

“Guys can’t be raped, they love sex!”

“She didn’t fight back; it wasn’t rape.”

Le parole non bastano,

nemmeno quelle belle.”