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Real Friends - Me First

It does NOT

What I was doing and/or wearing does NOT give someone permission into my pants. Sleeping or being conscious does NOT make it better. Knowing them and them being a stranger does NOT make me feel better. My best friend telling me the guys just lonely does NOT make me feel sympathy toward him. My mom telling me to not tell anyone does NOT make it go away. And my friends laughing at me does NOT turn it into a joke.

#me too #hurt #angry #fuck you #does not

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On average, 1 in 4 girls by the age of 18 have been sexually assaulted. most of us have more than four female friends if not it might as well be us and if that’s not incredibly fucked up idk what’s wrong with you. don’t tell me we don’t need feminism.

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The Fine Line Between Making A Move And Sexual Harassment

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I just got into a really intense argument with someone and o feel the need to bring this up because many people are still unaware of this.

IT DOES NOT MATTER IF SOMEONE SAYS NO, WHAT MATTERS IS IF THEY SAID YES.

Unless they have verbally said that this is what they want. YOU👏👏👏CANNOT👏👏👏TOUCH👏👏👏THEM👏👏👏

Who knew an outfit could cause so much trouble?

#pain #shorts #trouble #assult

"I promised I wouldn't get attached. I promised I wouldn't depend on you or ache to hear your voice. I wouldn't need you to hold me. I wouldn't long for you acceptance. I wouldn't break my back just make sure you were happy. I knew I lost. I knew I lied. The moment you told me you were leaving. I knew I failed myself."

#lost #leaving #lied

"You know it's bad when you think to yourself 'I just want to go home.' But you're sitting in your room already."

It’s so funny to look through old pictures and seeing all the people you used to consider your friends. Funny that they used to mean the world to you. Funny that you used to think they would never hurt you. Funny that they’re all gone now

#gone #friends #pictures #senery #hurt #now #then

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Red, by k.r.w.

Roses are red. Violets are blue. You wish you were dead, and blue’s nothing to you.

But red? There’s something new. Something in it is passionate, raging, and alive.

Red is:

anger, screaming until your throat hurts and then screaming even more still, not knowing when to stop, lost in a haze.

love, falling so hard for someone who is more beautiful than anyone you have known (likely you have placed them on a pedestal, with a red, velvet cushion), obsessing over them, clinging to anything that distracts you from the violets you’ve grown used to.

hate, and then loathing so pure you cannot stand the sight of whoever has done you wrong. Hatred so potent you feel (shamefully) driven to violence.