Failing Grace Coeur D'alene

Don’t look up, my love, there’s no war here. The girl on the train works with the peace corps and hanging right next to her backpack is bright pink mace.

Close your eyes when you get home, carry your mother’s best knife with you into the shower. Hold it in your shaky palm. Wait for your family to get home, keep it where you can get it, have it pointed in front of you like the prow of a ship. Cleave the air, wait for the moment when out of the closet or under the bed a man will grab you and use your empty house as an invitation, as asking for it.

Lock your car. Check the backseat before getting in. Don’t sit too long in parking lots. Don’t break down on the side of the road. Don’t get in a vehicle with people you don’t know. Don’t stand up straight, don’t hold your head up high. Don’t cry where someone could see.

Have 911 pre-dialed. Carry a pocket knife the way your brother does. He plays with his because he is a boy scout and he might have to use it. Yours is a weight and you are terrified for the day you will have to use it. Don’t panic when men stand too close to you, don’t breathe too deep, don’t look them in the eye - but don’t look weak, don’t look vulnerable, don’t show that you’re scared, but be scared.

Don’t marry him if he’s mean to his mother, if he’s mean to dogs, if he’s mean to waiters. It’s your fault if he is cruel, you should have seen it coming. Don’t kiss him if you’re drunk and not looking to follow up. Don’t give him the wrong idea. Don’t love him, it’s clingy. Don’t spurn him, it’s heartbreaking.

Let him catcall you from the safety of his four-wheel drive, don’t flip him off. Think about the girls that have died on the edge of the road. Let him trail slowly behind you so that the crunch of his tires matches the grind of your teeth. Get inside whatever building you can find. Hope the car doesn’t loop back around and follow you later. Sooner or later, one of the cars is going to loop back around and follow you later.

Don’t call yourself a feminist, you will become sick of explaining that you don’t hate men. Don’t call yourself a feminist, it’s seen as an attack. Don’t call yourself a feminist, you will hear more slurs against your person than if you had said you wanted to kill the president. Don’t call yourself a feminist, it’s dangerous to want something for yourself. Don’t call yourself a feminist. Hold fast to the idea that girls of all shapes and sizes and colors and bodies deserve the same things as everyone else, fight for it quietly - but don’t call yourself a feminist.

Don’t be like other girls, whatever that means. Don’t be one of those plastic girls. Don’t be one of those gamer girls. Don’t be one of those band geeks. Don’t be one of those hipsters. Don’t be one of those fangirls. If you can, don’t be.

Don’t look up. Don’t breathe. Don’t think. Don’t worry, my love, there’s no war here. It’s in some far-off distant country.

Nothing to see here (part one) /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

imsirius:

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raikagay:

remember like 2 years ago when christmas stopped feeling like christmas for some reason

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beartongues:

topetpuppies:

internetexplorers:

this…… isn’t funny… 0/10

This sort of culture and ‘humour’ needs to fucking stop because it is literally promoting straight up hatred of women. And it is coming from our own generation this time. Not grey old men.. People our own age who will pass it on to their children.

I see this typa shit all the time it’s disgusting

beartongues:

topetpuppies:

internetexplorers:

this…… isn’t funny… 0/10

This sort of culture and ‘humour’ needs to fucking stop because it is literally promoting straight up hatred of women. And it is coming from our own generation this time. Not grey old men.. People our own age who will pass it on to their children.

I see this typa shit all the time it’s disgusting

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learningtoloveleah:

I had a really, really bad body image day today but now I’m thinking that maybe I’m not actually too big?

You’re perfect! Those days are so hard but you are beautiful no matter your clothing size.

classyemmarie:

no-more-yielding-but-a-dream:

classyemmarie:

MY BEST FRIEND WAS AT RICHARD III TONIGHT AND SHE SNEEZED DURING MARTIN FREEMANS MONOLOGUE AND MARTIN FREEMAN SAID BLESS YOU

SHE HAS BEEN BLESSED BY MARTIN FREEMAN

he broke character?!

YES AND THE WHOLE THEATER LAUGHED AND THEN HE JUST KEPT GOING!

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Having your wisdom teeth removed means eating vicariously through my friends.
‘What’d you eat today?’
Friend: ‘well I-‘
‘Go slowly.’

http://internal-acceptance-movement.tumblr.com/post/92370156187

alegbra:

a few quick reminders:

- that thing you did that was kind of embarrassing and weird, everyone else forgot about that already

- you look fine today, if you can’t notice something on your face standing 6 feet from a mirror then nobody else will either

- if something is out of your…

About to go in for wisdom teeth surgery.
I have two fears: asphyxiating, and farting while I’m under.

Boat fun times!

Boat fun times!

vaguette:

when the other person starts flirting first

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When customers sass you and you can’t slap them.

When customers sass you and you can’t slap them.

jayywhizzle:

espressonist:

rejennerate:

superwholock-ismy-design:

rainbow-femme:

gallifrey-feels:

distraction:

who the FUCK told society that depression and awkwardness is cute and adorable

bad screenwriters

John Green

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john green is not the problem
john green’s fans are the problem

Reblogging SO fast.

With the added caveat that no author is or will ever be perfect.

Thank you

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