I’m wearing a shirt that reads “Kill Me”.
If you saw me at a party or on the street would you promptly murder me?
What about if I had a few drinks? What if I was walking alone at night?
I’m guessing that you wouldn’t if you’re a sane individual.
The cops wouldn’t overlook your crime because of what I’m wearing because that’s silly. I wasn’t literally asking for you to kill me based on my choice of clothing. Who would take that defense seriously?
My friends wouldn’t blame me for being murdered and my killer would be behind bars almost instantly.
So, why is it okay to rape someone because they’re wearing revealing clothes? Why does THEIR choice of clothing excuse THEIR attacker?
It doesn’t. You’re silly if you think otherwise.
The less guilt on the attacker. The more guilt on victim.
Stop. Victim. Blaming.
Reblogging this again because it’s perfect.
I’m just gonna put it out there that I like being naked.
I like going out into the woods taking off all my clothes and running around like that deranged kid from Where the Wild Things Are.
I don’t do it to make my body an object of desire; I do it cause it’s fucking hot outside and it makes my boobies breathe easier.
So HEY. The fewer clothes, the better. Not everyone’s trying to get some.
(Source: , via bootywurrk)
1. Cockiness is not an indication of confidence.
2. Sexuality is not an indication of promiscuity.
3. Promiscuity is not an indication of charisma.
4. Frequent partying is not an indication of popularity.
5. Spirituality is not an indication of religion or affiliation with GOD.
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I wanna goooo
why do these look familiar? can someone name um all please?
Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, Belle, Mulan
Ariel, Kida, Esmerelda, Jasmine, Pocahontas
Tiana, Megara, Tinker Bell, Mary Poppins, Alice
Giselle, Jessie, Lilo, Sally, Boo
Jessica Rabbit, Violet Incredible, Wendy, Melody, The Queen of Hearts
Cinderella’s Stepmother, Snow White’s Stepmother, Maleficent, Ursula, Cruella DeVil
My daughter has always told me she never wanted to have kids. She wanted to adopt.
I’ve always asked her why and she always told me because orphans need love too
. At age 15 she was deemed infertile.
She looked at me and said “that’s okay, I want to adopt, remember?” She GMH
I HAD FOUR SHOTS OF ESPRESSO AT MIDNIGHT AND I’M STILL GOING AND I HAVE TO LEAVE MY HOUSE AT 3:30 TO GET GOOD PARKING SO I CAN SET UP PRANK STUFF AT SCHOOL AND IT WILL BE AWESOME AND I’M GONNA HAVE MORE ESPRESSO AT 3 (IN 20 MINUTES) AND THEN TAKE MY CONCERTA AND THEN SHOWER AND THEN HAVE BREAKFAST AND THEN WORK ON CHALK ART AND THEN GO TO SCHOOL AND THE PRACTICE FOR FAREWELL AND THEN DO ECON CORRECTIONS AND PART OF MY OVERDUE BIO LABS AND THEN GO TO A SMOOTHIE PARTY AND THEN GO TO A PARTY PARTY AND GET SMAAAASSSSHHHHHHEEEEDDDD AND THEN GO TO ALA MOANA AND THEN SLEEP FINALLY AND THEN BEACH AT SANDY’S WITH FOOOOOTLOOOOOOSE.
oh god there’s something wrong with me.
I love you, I’ll miss you, you have been such a big part of my childhood that it almost seems fitting that you leave life as I leave childhood.
I still wish you would stay. But you must be so tired…
Sweet dreams, Tubby. I’ll see you again one day.