seriously, how could you all be so heartless?
Cubone is one of my favourites, how are there not thousands of notes on this!
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I literally stared at the computer screen for five minutes before I could make myself start typing.
I guess what’s worrying me is that everyone else has these painful, devastating stories, but I’m like 90% sure that mine is partially if not mostly my fault.
I’m nineteen years old, and I was…
It doesn’t matter how old you were. You were under the influence of both alcohol and drugs. Any decent person should know that any person that’s not mentally “all together” will say and do things they probably would never do while sober. HE took advantage of you. Even if you did say yes, you didn’t have any control over it at the time. He knew you were drunk and high. Even if you two had that sort of relationship, he knew that it was wrong to have sex with you while you were in that state. It was not your fault. It will never BE your fault. You may feel that it will be your fault for the rest of your life, but we know it wasn’t your fault. The ones who sympathize with your pain and your loved ones who have been with you during this time in your life will never look at your situation and say “Well, yeah it was partly your fault.” You have to confront this guy and ask him what happened. You never know, you may have hallucinated the whole thing up to entering his room. Once you know the truth, take further steps to get through the pain. Just remember that no matter what happened that night it was NOT. YOUR. FAULT. We love you, sweetheart.
This is from the slut walk. One of the arguments is that girls ask for rape because they wear slutty clothes, short skirts, tight, low-cut tops. This girl is an example of the fact that rape victims can look like anyone, you, me, this girl. Rapists. Dont. Discriminate.
I promised a long time ago that I’d reblog this whenever I saw it on my dash. No regrets, it breaks my heart every single time.
(Source: rapeculturemakesmeangry)
Reblog, go to your tumblr, click the picture, and find out who you were in your past life. ;)
When I was a kid, I didn’t have a laptop, iPod, Blackberry, PS3, Wifi or iPads. I played outside with friends, bruised my knees, made up stories and played hide and seek. I ate what my mom made. I would think twice before I said “no” to my parents. Life wasn’t hard, it was good & I survived. Kids these days are spoiled. Re-post this if you appreciate the way you were raised. I think we were happier kids.
(Source: raisabakit)
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