Hi. I am Jaime, age 17. I currently call Tennessee my home; I'm ready to leave this town.

 

lurkerviolin:

theravennerd:

iandsharman:

The difference between nerds and geeks.

That’s it.  I found it.  The thing that finally made me actually understand the difference.

There it is. It has been said.

lurkerviolin:

theravennerd:

iandsharman:

The difference between nerds and geeks.

That’s it.  I found it.  The thing that finally made me actually understand the difference.

There it is. It has been said.

taliabobalia:

freyjas:

dungeonsanddamsels:

once i had a breakdown and cried into my pillow and this happened and i feel like this is an accurate representation of my current mental state

it looks like the cover of the great gatsby


now it is the cover of the great gatsby

taliabobalia:

freyjas:

dungeonsanddamsels:

once i had a breakdown and cried into my pillow and this happened and i feel like this is an accurate representation of my current mental state

it looks like the cover of the great gatsby

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now it is the cover of the great gatsby

actualjainasolo:

darshanapathak:

Raise your hand if you’re straddling the line between crippling anxiety and not giving any fucks about anything

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This is the rape joke:
My best friend was four years old the first time his father came into his room at midnight and tore out his throat. He still has days when I cannot hold him because the memory of a bleeding trachea haunts his doorway. He has not been home for the holidays in many years, but – even now – hands are seen as weapons.

This is the rape joke:
I have been told by more than twenty people that they have been raped. To all of them, I asked where the rapist was. From none of them, I heard ‘jail.’

This is the rape joke:
Once my brother told me that I was so ugly, I would be a virgin forever. Unless someone raped me. But even they wouldn’t come back for seconds.

This is the rape joke:
I believed him.

This is the rape joke:
I now look at every woman on the street and wonder if the space between her legs is a crime scene, surrounded by ripped caution tape. The statistics tell me that this is so common that I will never be in a room that does not contain a survivor. Not even if I am in that room alone.

This is the rape joke:
I was thirteen years old, and he was supposed to be just a friend.

This is the rape joke:
When his older brother came home, the boy pulled away. He wiped the tears from my face and said ‘we should do this again some time.’

This is the rape joke:
When I finally told my parents, they asked what I had been wearing.

This is the rape joke:
I had been wearing my innocence. My trust. I had worn the love I held for humanity and expected to be treated well. I had never been taught that I would be that girl, the one who keeps a mine of secrets between her legs – that girl was the slut. I wasn’t supposed to be breakable.
What had I been wearing? I wore the rape joke, then I became it.

This is the Rape Joke | d.a.s

After Lora Mathis’s poem “the Rape Joke

(via ragyo)

silentauroriamthereal:

peacelovehappinessandwriting:

jamesfactscalvin:

mrshudsonstolemytardis:

Prince Harry and John Barrowman both do a mutual high five/ass slap combo omg

Can we just appreciate that John smacked Prince Harry’s royal ass so hard that the guy actually had to rub himself a little while John waves his hand

Can we just appreciate that John smacked Prince Harry’s royal ass 

It’s basically illegal not to reblog this.