R.I.P. Kayden Burns. You were loved by many and you will be missed. I know that I didn’t know you and we weren’t friends, but it breaks my heart to know the point you got to to end up taking your life. You’re in a better place now. R.I.P.
Reblog if you actually give a shit about anyone who’s suicidal or depressed.
no one should scroll past this
Reblog if you’d care if I killed myself
i tried to scroll past this but that one reblog just might save somebodies life
I tried to scroll too..
Tried to scroll. Couldn’t. Stick around please
why would you try to scroll what the hell man
A girl in my Sociology class turns around during a class activity on goals to start a conversation with me. Her opening line is: ‘I want to get married.’ I nod and smile. She does not ask me my goals, just continues telling me the sort of guy she’d like to be with and how many kids she’d like. Thoughtfully, she adds, ‘My mom told me to meet someone and marry them. You don’t wanna date around because you wanna be fresh for the guy and not a….you know what.’
My cousin’s Facebook ‘About Me’ lists things she would like in a man. There is nothing about her or the things she does, only qualities she finds attractive. ‘Looking for someone who can play the guitar and cook a great dinner,’ she wrote. I can hear her bubbly, singsong voice while reading it. She is thirteen years old and has told me that girls ‘oughta only kiss their husbands and that’s it.’ When I ask her what she wants to be when she’s older she says, ‘Married.’
My male friend tells me that he has no problem with what girls do, but that he would not date a girl who’s ‘been around’ because she’d be ‘dirty.’ I wonder if each time someone touches you, a part of you is soiled. If there are piles of dirt in the spaces where others’ fingers once rested. In the shower, I try to scrub the smell of dirt from myself, but come out, still polluted, with red scratch marks all over me.
Being a ‘you know what’ taught me some things: that I do not want to be touched by somebody who will judge my past anyway. That I am not a tally book, with others’ names burned into me. If you have to label me as something, let it be a human being.A “You Know What” | Lora Mathis
A middle finger to slut shaming. (via soggypoetry)
Periods in a Nutshell
- Period: Your stomach hurts.
- Period: No it doesn't, eat everything.
- Period: Why did you eat all the things, your stomach hurts!
- Period: No it doesn't, there's a plate of brownies. Eat them.
- Period: Your uterus is pulsing. Change position twenty times to see if that helps.
- Period: You want to fuck him.
- Period: No you don't, kill him.
- Period: You're bored. Let's literally cry about that, shall we?
- Period: Never mind, just find people and kill them.