Beautiful
i love it when a “fuck you” is this artful
(via supernaculum)
you can’t hear it but my brain is constantly yelling at me telling me i’m a bad person
(via greatwhiteprivilege)
Gemma Ward by Paolo Roversi for Vogue Italy, March 2004
(Source: pinterest.com, via keroiam)
the person who sexually assaulted me in my senior year of high school tried to add me on Facebook. It, like, has me in a really weird head space. I still think about it from time to time, i guess. It sucks, but it’s certainly not something that I think about often or with much intensity, for the most part.
And like, here I am, on Tumblr, talking about it. Because I’m weirdly still too embarrassed to bring it up in front of anyone in real life? But four and a half years later, and I still remember really vividly what that feeling is like. Violated or like you’ve been put on display, in a way. I couldn’t look people in the eye the following school day, because I felt like everyone knew what happened at the party and everyone was talking about it.
Trump writing a term paper:
Sources Cited:
1. You Know It
2. I know It
3. Everybody Knows It