Cyanide equals happiness.

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you’re as unsatisfying as cold french fries

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パーフェクトブルー [Perfect Blue] (Satoshi Kon, 1997)

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i just emailed my ict teacher with what i thought was my homework but instead i sent


ok i cant stop laughing omfg



No need to scream, Olivia.

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"if feminists want equality does this mean we can punch women now?"
go ahead chicken shit punch me in the fucking face. i will shove your entire upper body into your own ass and make you fuck yourself from the inside out

(via guy)

My personal experiences (via alex-in-w0nder-land)

11:00 p.m.

I had parked in a parking garage, which I was taught not to do. With so many horror stories of women being abducted at night I should have parked near a light.

It’s eerie and dark, so I asked a police officer for an escort, explaining my fear, he laughed and smiled at me saying, “not all men are like that.” I let the comment slide, seeing as I just wanted to get home without a fight.

12:00 a.m.

Because it’s midnight and I want to take a walk for fresh air and star gazing. There is a super moon and a cloud free sky tonight, which I desperately want to see. But I’m not allowed. My parents are too worried about me because I am a female walking alone at night.

But my brother can walk to his friends house at the same time with almost no hesitation. I said that’s not fair. And she told me, “he’s a boy sweetie, it’s different”. and I knew she was right.

1:00 a.m.

I snuck out of the house because the stars had never looked so beautiful from my window. Laying outside in the grass only enhanced their beauty. But nerves are racking my body. I jump at every sound, scared of being attacked.

With a society telling girls to “stay inside at night” rather than telling boys to not attack them, I have a justified reason to be scared.

2:00 a.m.

And I’m walking down a street with my friend, because it’s breathtakingly beautiful outside. We stay under the street lights of course, and steer clear of the unlit park. Which is a shame because she loves swings.

She clutched onto my arm tightly when she noticed a man walking thirty feet behind us. He may have had no bad intentions. But for fear that he did, we hurried home. I wouldn’t tell her “not all men are rapists” because when you are walking alone. You have to assume all are.

3:00 a.m.

When I took a friend to the beach my dad gave me a pocket knife, “just in case”. He knew I had a habit of self harm, but would rather risk that, rather than the chance of me running into a man unarmed. He said he didn’t want me to miss out on simple joys in life, but that I needed to stay safe.

Men with daughters see that there is no justification to say, “not all men are like that.” Because for her safety, he has to assume the worst. Which, regrettably, happens more often than not.

4:00 a.m.

If I was raped by the man sitting on the sand right now, I’m sure that anyone I would tell would say, “why were you out so late?”

On the flip side I would love nothing more than to have a late night conversation with a stranger. But what if society taught him that any women out so late must be asking for it? So I leave before he can notice me.


At fourteen years old I was excited for my newfound freedom.

At fifteen years old I realized how difficult my anatomy makes my everyday life.

At sixteen years old I learned to trust my gift of fear.

At seventeen years old I learned not to go out alone.

And by eighteen years old I didn’t want to go out at all.


No one understands “not all men” better than women. We have stories of harassment, abuse, rape, and other violence are because we believe in “not all men” more than anyone else. We, the ones who suffer daily trauma at the alter of masculinity, choose again and again to continue interacting with men,sleeping with men, loving men, because we know not all men are evil. So when I hear a man say “not all men”, all I hear an admission of guilt. A self assurance. has Tumblr Themes, Twitter Backgrounds, Facebook Covers, Tumblr Music Player, Twitter Headers and Tumblr Follower Counter