If you’re gonna rape me, don’t rely on weed, alcohol or roofies to do the work for you. Those things have a time and place, but don’t you want me to have enough strength to feel my body wriggle and writhe beneath you when I try to get free? Don’t you want me to be conscious enough to beg you to stop, to hear me cry and scream because why is this happening to me? Don’t you want to feel how tight my pussy squeezes your rapist cock because if I could just squeeze tight enough maybe you won’t be able to fit?

The moment when the fight leaves its body? Sublime.

I hate that this makes me as wet as it currently do

when your hair is greasy it’s so hard to want to keep living

once i learn how to argue without bawling my eyes out it’s over for everyone

Its a high

sadist who lays you down with bright eyes and a big toothy smile that's so contagious you find yourself grinning back with excitement growing in ur tummy until they say "you really aren't going to like this, baby"

Sometimes I forget how beautiful my country is, even the capital

This seems pretty nice, I think^^