a restaurant in my hometown got a review that said the servers should “show some skin” so the owner added a potato skin special to the menu and all the proceeds from the special go to the west virginia foundation for rape information services (x)
That’s exactly the appropriate response.
for my next big comedy act i’m going to stand up and read excerpts from the heterosexual awareness month site
"We are one of the only groups who no longer have a respected voice in this modern world."
Bob Saget: Saying fuck you to gender roles since 1994.
Do you ever start rubbing your eyes and then it feels really good and you can’t stop so it’s like eye masturbation
Cleaning out your ears really well with a Q-tip. Now that’s orgasmic.
A half pack of marlboro reds and the tear stains on my mother’s cheeks
are the only things left of my father.
He closed our front door in the same way he slammed her heart shut.
My best friend tucked my trust between the folds of her shirts when she packed her bags.
She took the five letter word for love with her when she left.
A boy I once knew curled his fingers around my heart
and squeezed until it turned a beautiful shade of broken.
It has never quite worked the same.
If a man breaks into the home I’ve made in my own body the first question I will be asked is if my skirt was above my knees but even a locked door has never kept thieves from me before.
Trace the scars on my heart with your fingertips
and feel the lead in my lungs with your palms.
Dip your hands in the hollow of my abdomen.
Tell me again that I can trust you.
You are so so so pretty omg
Oh my gosh, thank you so much. :)
It was hard to be honest, to open up, and reveal something that sounded crazy. Because once you told someone the truth, that person had a piece of you—and they could belittle it, destroy it. They could turn your confession into a wound that never healed.