The Stonewall Inn
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noise dept.
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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KIROKAZE
if i look back, i am lost
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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cherry valley forever
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@smile-on-monday
KĂŠpzeld el, hogy ott fekszetek egymĂĄs mellett, Ĺ ĂĄtkarol tĂŠged, majd a fĂźledbe sĂşgja hogy: 'Szeretlek'. A szĂved egyre gyorsabban kezd verni, Ăşgy ĂŠrzed soha nem voltĂĄl mĂŠg ilyen boldog. MegcsĂłkolod, mellkasĂĄra hajtod a fejed, ĂŠs csak hallgatod a szĂvverĂŠsĂŠt. SzĂŠp lassan elĂĄlmosodsz, Ĺ szorosan magĂĄhoz hĂşz, ad egy puszit a homlokodra, ĂŠs egyĂźtt alszotok el, egymĂĄst Ăślelve.
#nah#i am pretty sure you shouldnât
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Iâve been watching this for 5 minutes and giggling like an idiot.
Your URL makes it even better
Greyâs Remains:
the last three of the original fiveâŚ
I donât need a congressional honor. I donât need Agent Thompson's approval or the presidentâs.
Does anyone else just lay in bed for an hour or so before they fall asleep and generate their own fanfictions? And they are super elaborate and you just sit and go through it and wasting precious sleeping time. Reblog if u do.
Make her pussy wet not her eyes.
Make his dick hard not his life
Break her bed not her heart
play with her boobs not her feelings
Get on his dick not his nerves.
always salt your pasta while boiling itÂ
See a hot guy
Me: I wonder which club he supports
Make his dick hard, not his life
make her pussy wet, not her eyes
Walks to the bus stop arenât too bad
Donât insult someoneâs smile.what the fuck. Itâs somethin that happens naturally when theyâre happy just let them fuckin be why would you try to knock someone down like that
When I was 13 years old and curious about sex and love, I asked my mom if she had had sex before marrying my father (of whom she is still married to, and has been since before I was born). She said that that wasnât really a âyesâ or ânoâ question. I said âsure it is, youâve either had sex before him, or you havenâtâ. She brought me onto the couch and sat me down and told me about the boy she liked when she was young and how one night she snuck into his house while his parents were gone and they were kissing and he said they should have sex and she said that she wanted to save sex for marriage and he laughed and basically took all her clothes off and he raped her and as my mom was telling the story she cried and this was the second time I had ever seen my mom cry. She was 12 when it happened.
In grade 8 I got a call from my friend in the middle of the night and she was drunk in the park crying and told me that she went out that night with some other friends and they drank a little and her guy âfriendâ starting flirting and yes she laughed at first but then he tried to pull her shirt over her head and she pulled away and he ripped her shirt and it was her favourite shirt and then he pushed her to her knees and HIS BEST FRIEND HELD HER JAW OPEN WHILE HE FACE FUCKED HER. And so I went to the park and picked her up and took her home and slept in her bed with her except we didnât sleep because she just cried and her mouth bled and this was four years ago but I still have to be the one to bring her items to the till it the cashier is a man, and she still has anxiety attacks and sheâll get a rash all over her body and I just want to kill those boys but instead they are still walking around. And Iâm in the bathroom with her, dabbing at her skin with a warm cloth until it returns to its regular colour.
And in grade 9 one of my closest friends was kinda seeing this boy and so they hung out one night and then she said that she really had to be getting back home and he said that she wasnât going anywhere until she gave him what he wanted and he parked the car and took off her clothes and she said no and he ignored her and so she laid in the backseat totally limp and just cried and it wasnât even sex, he just masterbated by using her body instead of his hand and she came to school the next day with vodka in her water bottle and she drank all day and I had to fight her to get the alcohol away from her and she just cried and threw up and I skipped class while I held her hair back and that same boy texted me a month later, asking if I ever wanted to hangout sometime.
And in that same year my very best friend who has never even kissed a boy, confessed to me that when she was 9 years old, her 12 year old cousin made her give him a hand job and he told her that was what cousins do and he gave her a chocolate bar afterwards and she told me that he probably doesnât even remember it but that itâs something that sheâll never have the luxury of forgetting.
And in grade 10 I knew a girl who invited her best friend over to watch Disney movies and then he started to put his hands down her pants and she said no but she is 130lbs and he is 220lbs and he called her a tease while she tried to fight him but he used one hand to hold her down, and the other to put inside of her and i was the one to push her inside of a classroom and stand in front of her while calling the police when he showed up at our school looking for her and she was so damn scared.
And a few months later I skipped class and was in the car with a guy who i had had unprotected sex with in the past while under the influence of cocaine but this time I was sober and I insisted we use a condom but he told me he couldnât feel anything while the condom was on so he ripped it off and I said I refused to have unprotected sex again and so he just grabbed me and forced himself into my mouth and I was crying and he pulled me onto him and I just came saying âstopâ over and over like a broken record but he mustâve heard something different because he went until he came and I just sat naked in the backseat while he drove me back to the school and said âwe should do this again sometimeâ. And I had five showers that night and I scratched at my skin so hard to try and rip his fingerprints off of me, I still have the scars.
And I found out soon afterwards that that same guy had raped a classmate of mine, 5 months earlier and she told me about how he brought her McDonaldâs first, and how he said they could take things slow and she told me about how he didnât listen to her either. And he goes to our school and so after she told me about her incident and I told her about mine, we decided to report it to the police and the trial is currently still going on and he told people about it, except in his version we are just âasking for attentionâ and all his friends talk about how bad they feel for him. As if HE is the one that still wakes up screaming. As if HE felt like his skin no longer was beautiful, no longer belonged to him. And I held her in my arms as she bawled after giving the police her statement. And she did the same for me.
And I met a woman a year ago in a paint store and she had a service dog and I asked what the dog was for and it turns out that she had been so brutally raped and abused in her life, that the dog is literally trained to keep men away from her.
And Iâm so FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN. How many rape victims eyes have I already looked into? How many more will I? And how many more friends will I hold while they shake? Because I donât know how many more I can take. And who the fuck still has the nerve to make rape jokes? And⌠Something just has to change. Please, someone just start being that change.
-16 year old girl
Did I reblog this already I dont care
When was the last time you were called beautiful and felt it?
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