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Janaina Medeiros
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Mike Driver
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Kiana Khansmith
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Jenna Ortega
Cold girls get by, cold girls won't cry
I'll become the winter woman
I'll wear floor-length fake fur coats
In the middle of July, baby
I'll be sad and beautiful
I will be sad and beautiful
And I'll wait and pray for warmer days to come
Until then, I'm numb and
Life goes on, life goes on
despite everything.
I don't know what to do with my body. It still feels so wrong. So disconnected. I hate seeing it. I hate feeling it. I hate living in it. It doesn't belong to me.
The experience of SA is so difficult to come to terms with. I wish it didnât happen, that I was someone else, but instead I have to accept that this is who I am and this happened to me and itâs ok.
if by "rehabilitating rapists" you mean killing them slowly and painfully I am all in
It doesnât matter what you were wearing. It doesnât matter whether you were drinking or not. It doesnât matter whether you fought back or froze. It doesnât matter whether your emotions flooded out and you lost it or whether you were numb. It doesnât matter if you reported or kept it quiet. It doesnât matter if you became sex repulsed, or hypersexual or even both after. It doesnât matter what your attackerâs gender was. It doesnât matter what your gender is.
None of these things matter when it comes to whether youâre valid or not.
You are valid. Your emotions are valid. You have nothing to be ashamed about. You are not dirty. And it was not your fault.
I promise.
I love you everyone who was raped by a woman.
I love you everyone who was sexually assaulted by a woman.
I love you everyone who was molested by a woman.
I love you everyone who was sexually exploited by a woman.
I love you everyone who was groomed by a woman.
I love you everyone who was sexually assaulted or raped by a mother, sister, aunt, or grandmother.
Your trauma is real.
It was rape.
It was sexual assault.
Whether penetration was involved or not.
Whether oral sex was involved or not.
Whether there was physical contact or not.
Whether you showed physical signs of arousal or not.
Whether it was one time or many.
Whether you were a child, teen, or adult.
Whether youâre a boy, girl, intersex, trans, gnc, ect.
Whether you were intoxicated or sober.
I love you everyone who was sexually violated by a woman and is now sex repulsed.
I love you everyone who was sexually violated by a woman and is now hypersexual.
I love you everyone who was sexually violated by a woman and is now traumatized.
I love you everyone who was sexually violated by a woman and is now suffering.
I love you everyone who was sexually violated by a woman and was disregarded because your abuser was a woman.
I love you everyone who was sexually violated by a woman and she was never punished because she was a woman.
I love you everyone who was sexually violated by a woman and you werenât believed because she was a woman.
I love you everyone who was sexually violated by a woman and was laughed off when you opened up about it, saying you âshould have enjoyed it.â
I love you everyone who was sexually violated by a woman and is now sex repulsed.
I love you everyone who was sexually violated by a woman and was ignored.
crying all nights.
canât believe this happened to me.
No, itâs not your fault.
No, you didnât provoked it.
No, you did what you could.
No, you were just on your business.
No, you didnât deserved it.
Itâs not your fault, I promise, you did your best. You couldnât do anything an stood there in shock? Totally understandable (and relatable). You shouted and screamed and fought? As you should. You just cried and let it happened? Youâll get though it.
Life doesnât end there, you need to shout, you need to talk and let people know what happened but if you canât, just cry about it and keep going. Itâs okay, I believe your and more people would if you get to talk about it. Youâre not alone, you did not ruined anyones family by talking, they ruined it themselves after what they did.
Itâs hard, I know, but it is what it is, the only thing you can do now is show how you endure it and are back for justice and/or in the best version you could be in.
Even if you do not do or say anything, youâre still a victim and when I tell you you need you trust good and let him take the wheel, itâs because Iâve done it and itâs the best thing ever happened to me.
Youâre not alone, even if itâs killing you inside out, even if you think you are, youâre not alone.
Maybe they didnât âforceâ you.
But when you said no, they were in a mood, made you feel guilty or otherwise punished you for it.
Thatâs still not okay.
Consent isnât just about whether someone stops. Itâs about whether you were free to say no without fear of guilt, withdrawal, anger, or emotional consequences.
If someone makes you feel bad every time you set a boundary, your body learns that ânoâ isnât safe.
And yes, that can be traumatic.
Youâre not being dramatic for carrying pain from that.
I thought you were different, but you only did me worse.