b33tlejuice

Depressed young adult. 

[stability]

[datassium]

my lips are soft come here ill kiss you to prove it

[babyzuko]

The deeply worrying thing about catcalling is that the catcaller must know that their target isn’t going to turn around and fall in to their arms pleading ‘oh dear my please have sex with me here and now’. A lot of the time they know that. Often they don’t do it for that, someone who shouts ‘nice tits’ from a van isn’t trying to date you. They’re trying to humiliate you, reinforce their dominance over you; it’s an exercise of male power. It’s a way of communicating ‘I can say and do whatever I want to you, no matter how inappropriate or how uncomfortable it makes you feel, and you can’t do anything about it.’ Catcalling is not a compliment, it’s a threat.

[rosydov-deactivated20190818]

[palexfawn]

[lostbetweenheavenandhellx-deact]

[lemonade-squid]

Shout out to people with intrusive thoughts

Yall get shit coming into your minds randomly when your just walkin down the street to suddenly stab yourself or push a kid in the street yet you still go on and work hard and I love you

[baby-pig-deactivated20160526]

Reasons I am a four year old

I don’t respect people’s personal space

I don’t know any boundaries

I cry a lot

I take lots of naps

I’m very needy

I cling onto anybody who gives me attention

[wnq-anonymous]

I still get very high and very low in life. Daily. But I’ve finally accepted the fact that sensitive is just how I was made, that I don’t have to hide it and I don’t have to fix it. I’m not broken.

Glennon Doyle Melton  (via kvtes)

[raefacee-blog]

person: are you okay?

me, digging my own grave: what makes you say that

[butthorn]

[raefacee-blog]

I might start using tumblr agaaaaiiin 🙊 xBeetlejuice on Insta if u like my face.

[benepla-deactivated20180521]

“defend pop punk” from what? theyre all white cis dudes, literally no one but white cis dudes can break into pop punk. who’s persecuting pop punk? their small town’s curfew?

[eyehategod-truckerhat-deactivat]

Haha oops I care about you

[katanafatale]

So fun fact: A career goal of mine is to make self defense jewelry like this ring here.

I designed this, and had it made specifically for me, to protect myself while maintaining my aesthetic. I was in a physically abusive relationship in my early 20’s and then when I escaped that, I had a stalker in college who was a serial rapist that had avoided being caught. Instead of worrying about my education, instead of worrying about my finals, I was worried about my life.

I got tired of being scared. I got tired of waiting for my impeding doom, I grew tired of the police telling me that my stalker could legally follow me wherever I went so long as he didn’t physically harm me.

I got tired of men wishing to harm me.

So, I did something about.

Carrying pepper spray wasn’t enough. Ya girl likes big purses and I would never find my pepper spray in time to defend myself in an emergency. So, I thought “if I had a ring that also worked as a weapon- I’d feel more in control.”

So, that’s what the fuck I did. I made a 100% steel metal ring that can be sharpened, resharpened, and sharpened again using a steel blade.

I’m happy to report that my stalker was eventually caught and sent to prison.

Anyway, my career goal is to make serious self defense jewelry. I think women would feel really empowered. I live downtown and I walk by myself to get to where I need to go, and I imagine there’s a lot of women like me out there that just want to get home safely, while looking fly and protected.

I’m going to make a gofundme or indiegogo soon in the hopes that many of you could help me achieve this goal. I’ll have a consultation with a lawyer before I start a funding campaign.

[battlecrab]

This would change my life. Please let us know when we can fund this!

[labias]

My kink is to be in love and be loved

[smoke-stungeyes]

Do you ever wonder how much you exist in other people’s lives? I’m always curious if people think of me when a certain song comes on, or when they pass through a certain town. I wonder how many stories I’ve been a part of that I may have forgotten. I wonder if I still I exist in the minds of people that I don’t speak to anymore. I wonder how many times a day I pass through someone’s head.