The fact that my mother just told me that she’s not proud of me and that I have a future of working at McDonald’s just reminded me how much I hate being home and how shitty of a person my mother is. Mind you this is after I told her that I got the highest GPA I’ve ever had
And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald - The Great Gatsby (via fate-my-friend)
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I don’t know if rape jokes encourage rape culture. I don’t care. You still shouldn’t tell them.
Statistically, if you have told a rape joke to a group of more than five people, one of the people you told it to was a rape survivor, possibly of multiple rapes. They will not necessarily disclose this to you; rape apologism is endemic in society and most rape survivors are cautious about whom they tell. Some may even be too ashamed of their rape to admit it to anyone, or because of rape-minimizing narratives like “men can’t be raped” and “I consented to oral, so I couldn’t have been raped” may not admit it even to themselves. The fact remains: if you’ve told dozens of rape jokes in your life, then you have almost certainly told a joke that minimizes or trivializes rape in front of a survivor.
And if you put as your Facebook status “I totally raped at Halo today” for your two hundred Facebook friends to see, statistically, you have just reminded thirty-three people of one of the worst experiences of their entire lives.
To describe how well you did at a video game.
Good job!
Goodmorning :)
That was the last thing you said to me. All I sent back was a fucking smiley face. I wish I had known that that would be the last time I would ever talk to you.
Two years today, rest in peace beautiful.
There’s a loneliness that only exists in one’s mind. The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald - The Great Gatsby (via jessieavocados)
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I will remember the kisses,
our lips raw with love,
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I offered you
what was left of me.
—Charles Bukowski (via jessieavocados)
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I miss you when something really good happens, because you’re the one I want to share it with. I miss you when something is troubling me, because you’re the one who understands me so well. I miss you when I laugh and cry, because I know that you are the one that makes my laughter grow, and my tears disappear. I miss you all the time, but I miss you the most when I lay awake at night, and think of all the wonderful times that we spent with each other for those were some of the best and most memorable times of my life.
Finally.
I have never felt a sense of justice with any of the traumatic events that have affected my life. But for once, I feel some relief. For over six years, your selfish ways destroyed our family. For over six years, our parents were consumed with pleasing you so you’d stay. For over six years, I’ve tried to step outside of your shadow. I’ve resented you for over 6 years. The pain that you caused our mother and father will never go away. The giant hole you created in our family will never be filled again. The pain you caused me still burns every day.
I have waited over six years for this. Your boyfriend of 8 years cheated on you and left you. I will not give you pity. You are finally falling off that high pedestal everyone has put you on, face first. You have nothing. Now you know how I have felt for over six years. You have no art career, no boyfriend, no friends and are stuck working as a waitress part time. Oh how the tables have turned.
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I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me.
—Margaret Atwood, Lady Oracle (via helplesslyamazed)
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