delicatepoetry

I was seven years old, wearing a disney princess dress down to my ankles, long ringlets down my back. I would dance on my tippy toes and pretend I was a ballerina, I would watch my favorite cartoons and do nothing but laugh. I guess what I’m trying to say was, I was innocence, I was young.

Now, I do not know what he saw in me that he craved, I do not know what he wanted from me. I was taken into a room, and I grew overnight. I was no longer a daisy fresh little girl, I was a dead rose, at least I wished I was so when he tried to touch me again, he would get cut and bleed, then maybe he would’ve stopped.

You see, after this happened to me I no longer twirled around in my dresses, I no longer watch cartoons and laughed. When I watched television I wished that my life was inside the screen, so I didn’t have to live my reality. I was afraid to talk, because if I talked he said it would be the last words out of my mouth.

It’s ten years later and I still can’t be touched without flinching, I can’t walk past a man without a taste of fear. I can’t get back the deepest part of me he took. It took me nine years to let myself be heard, because I was ashamed, the victim. I don’t know why, why the fuck are the victims filled with more shame than the predators? Why the fuck is this imprinted into my mind, and scarred on my skin when he doesn’t feel any ounce of remorse? I don’t know, I don’t know.

All I know is, I am tired of victims being told they were asking for it, how could a seven year old be asking for it? How could the boy who was too weak to put up a fight asking for it? How could the women coming home late from work, walking back to her apartment be asking for it?

The answer is, we don’t. We don’t fucking ask for it, we were forced.

i.c. //  ”asking for it” (via delicatepoetry)
owldude

owldude:

I honestly think people shouldn’t say “rape jokes aren’t funny” because it only focuses on a minor subjective detail instead of the actual issue.  Rape jokes will be funny to some people and unfunny to others, but what people find humor in is only the reflection their mindsets.  Rape jokes are bad to perpetuate, and to say that they’re unfunny is just a weak understatement for the basis of a pointless argument.

exgynocraticgrrl

According to Medea and Thompson who studied rape victims, 47 percent of all rapes occurred either in the victim’s or the rapist’s home; 10 percent occurred in other buildings; 18 percent occurred in cars; 25 percent occurred in streets, alleys, parks, and in the country. Both Amir, who studied rapists, and Medea and Thompson, who studied rape victims, agree that the chances are better than 50 percent that the rapist will be someone the victim knows—someone known by sight, or a neighbor, a fellow worker, a friend, an ex-lover, a date. Medea and Thompson also ascertained that 42 percent of rapists behaved calmly, and that 73 percent used force. In other words, many rapists are calm and use force at the same time.

… At least 50 percent of rape victims will be raped by men they know. In addition, according to Amir, 71 percent of all rapes were fully planned; 11 percent were partially planned; and only 16 percent were unplanned.

leventricule

I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.

You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.

You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.

HE. (via fatrapprincess)
over-thinking-ruins-us-deactiva
  1. You are stronger than you realise.
  2. You are crueller than you realise.
  3. The smallest words will break your heart.
  4. You will change. You’re not the same person you were three years ago. You’re not even the same person you were three minutes ago and that’s okay. Especially if you don’t like the person you were three minutes ago.
  5. People come and go. Some are cigarette breaks, others are forest fires.
  6. You won’t like your name until you hear someone say it in their sleep.
  7. You’ll forget your email password but ten years from now you’ll still remember the number of steps up to his flat.
  8. You don’t have to open the curtains if you don’t want to.
  9. Never stop yourself texting someone. If you love them at 4 a.m., tell them. If you still love them at 9.30 a.m., tell them again.
  10. Make sure you have a safe place. Whether it’s the kitchen floor or the Travel section of a bookshop, just make sure you have a safe place.
  11. You will be scared of all kinds of things, of spiders and clowns and eating alone, but your biggest fear will be that people will see you the way you see yourself.
  12. Sometimes, looking at someone will be like looking into the sun. Sometimes someone will look at you like you are the sun. Wait for it.
  13. You will learn how to sleep alone, how to avoid the cold corners but still fill a bed.
  14. Always be friends with the broken people. They know how to survive.
  15. You can love someone and hate them, all at once. You can miss them so much you ache but still ignore your phone when they call.
  16. You are good at something, whether it’s making someone laugh or remembering their birthday. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that these things don’t matter.
  17. You will always be hungry for love. Always. Even when someone is asleep next to you you’ll envy the pillow touching their cheek and the sheet hiding their skin.
  18. Loneliness is nothing to do with how many people are around you but how many of them understand you.
  19. People say I love you all the time. Even when they say, ‘Why didn’t you call me back?’ or ‘He’s an asshole.’ Make sure you’re listening.
  20. You will be okay.
  21. You will be okay.
21 things my father never told me (via motelstyles)