deanlovecastiel:
fuckyeahrainbowhair:
fallingfate:
rapeculturemakesmeangry:
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.
an incredibly important message, rape is rape. no one is ever asking for it. a woman has the right to dress how ever they want - it is society that identifies risque dressing as ‘asking for it’, and in my opinion, that way of thinking needs to be diminished.
(via now-thatimthinkingsober)
6:00 pm • 17 May 2013 • 542,958 notes
“Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don’t have to anymore, until you’re reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never left. Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the things you miss are identified and cataloged as things and not a person, until you figure out that easy company and long talks and unblinking, all-knowing eye contact will find you again the way they found you the first time. Miss someone until you don’t.”
— Stephanie Georgopulus (via lerefuge)
(Source: hellanne, via lerefuge)
12:00 pm • 17 May 2013 • 3,960 notes
i never understood
what made your lips on my neck
such an intimate affair
until your teeth grazed my pulse
and i realized
you could tear open my throat
and make me bleed out in your arms
but instead
you chose to kiss
(Source: nellsays, via hiraething)
6:00 am • 17 May 2013 • 18,484 notes
“It happens that I want you, and so I just haven’t room for any other desires.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via emceelizziegibson)
(Source: hellanne, via magnifiquementtragique)
6:00 pm • 16 May 2013 • 12,682 notes
“That is the fear: I have lost something important, and I cannot find it, and I need it. It is fear like if someone lost his glasses and went to the glasses store and they told him that the world had run out of glasses and he would just have to do without.”
— John Green, Looking For Alaska (via dulcetdecember)
(Source: cite-belle, via dulcetdecember)
6:00 pm • 15 May 2013 • 189 notes
“I have a habit of handing strangers my heart in a handshake.”
— (via threecrowsonequill)
6:00 pm • 14 May 2013 • 8 notes