Words On Wordss

Welcome to my blog all about books! I'm a 22 year old college girl trying and barely succeeding at being an adult and books are my escape. Dystopia books are my favorite. Current Read: "Salt and Storm" by Kendall Kulper

[books-read-in-nooks]

Me: “Yeah I read all the time! I’m always reading a book-”

My books sitting unread on my bookshelf:

[poemswords]

[poems-and-word]

[clockworkbibliophile]

home.

[samrosebooks]

Pretty in Purple

[maybe-you-need-this]

[adventureandpages]

Lazy days are the best days ❤️

Bookstagram | Goodreads

[wordsonwordss]

My new books are BEAUTIFUL! I can't wait to read them.

[clockworkbibliophile]

with a dreamy, far-off look, and her nose stuck in a book…

[wordsonwordss]

Omg her skirt! 😍 Belle is my favorite!

[theboywhoreadsbooks]

Organising your books in alphabetical order is hard • • #books #bookshelves #bookstagram #bookphotography #bookstacks #rearrangingbooks

[wordsonwordss]

I’ve tried this but it irks me when series get split up!

[theboywhoreadsbooks]

I meant alphabetically by author, no series getting split up on my watch ;)

[wordsonwordss]

Oh. Well that makes more sense lol I'm so OCD about the way my books look on their shelves. Though I really need to re organize. Good luck!

[theboywhoreadsbooks]

Organising your books in alphabetical order is hard • • #books #bookshelves #bookstagram #bookphotography #bookstacks #rearrangingbooks

[wordsonwordss]

I've tried this but it irks me when series get split up!

[introvertedbookworm24]

For the ones who dream of stranger worlds

[booksuponatime]

My Bookshelf 💕

[book-book-goose-deactivated2019]

I love this!

[wordsonwordss]

Audrey is my fave

[wordsonwordss]

Trippy

[sharonjudith]

Rape Culture

Have you ever stopped to think about the contradictions society has placed in the minds of young girls and women? “Your body is a temple” “Allowing a man intimate access to your body is a privilege for him. He has to earn it” “You are worth so much” “Your love is valuable” and then there’s, “Are you sure he raped you?” “We’re you drunk?” “Did you give or imply consent even once?” “Just because you regret it doesn’t mean you can say it’s rape. Stop lying.” “Well you consented eventually/at first so it’s not rape.”

You know what? I hate you. I hate every single person who has ever questioned a scared female who claims she was raped. You are no better than the man that raped her. Because you know what? That’s not your call. You weren’t there. She was. She had to lay there while someone took advantage of the thing she was told over and over again was precious and special and hers to give and hers alone. It is no ones to take! It doesn’t matter if you’ve been going at it for a good bit of time. The second she says stop or no you stop. I don’t care about your “blue balls” or that she “gave consent at first”. You’re a low life piece of shit. And I don’t care that it could “ruin your life”. If you ever think that it’s okay for even a moment to force yourself on a girl you deserve to have your life ruined. Because you ruined hers. At least for awhile.

You took away so much more than you realize. You took away her ability to trust, her willingness to love, her self confidence, her happiness, her ability to feel safe. You turned her into a self loathing, depressed, scared, untrusting girl. You took away our piece of mind. You took away the small strength that comes from knowing you own yourself and your body and your mind. Because we don’t own our minds anymore. And we won’t for a long time. You do. You not only violated us physically but emotionally. You planted a seed in our hearts and our brains. A seed of darkness that strangles us at night when we try to sleep but we can’t because we dream of your body pushing itself into places you were not allowed to go. Darkness that pushes our minds into a panic attack at a social event or if found alone with any man even for a moment.

We will never be the same. We will never be whole again. And that’s not fair. It’s not fair that something we were not responsible for takes away a piece of us. A piece that will never grow back. Will never be filled. A little void. That just sits and from time to time it festers and we are pushed back to that moment and we can’t breathe and we are scared all over again. And we feel worthless all over again.

And we justify it. God, we try so hard to justify it. To make it anything in our heads than what it truly was. Whether in that moment or after the fact. You know what my thought was when I said no and you didn’t listen for the 4th time? “Don’t be that girl.” And I shut up and waited for it to be over with. How wrong is that? “Don’t be that girl.” “Well it wasn’t rape because eventually I consented by not fighting back and saying no anymore, right?” “That’s not what happened to me.” “I WAS NOT RAPED” Yes, I was. Maybe not in the typical way you will read in a book, or an article, or see on TV. But any sexual intercourse that is not consented to from beginning to end is rape.

Yes, we will be okay. We will pull ourselves up out of the darkness and the depression and the self loathing. We will learn to move forward with our lives. Forever altered but stronger than we were before. But just because we live through it does not make it okay.

So girls, beautiful girls. Don’t try to make excuses. Don’t justify it in your mind. Don’t hate yourself. It was not your fault. It will never be your fault. Your body is yours and yours alone and anyone who trespasses on it deserves the punishment and the shame that they receive. Not all of us will report it. Not all of our attackers will face the punishment due to them. And yea, maybe that’s a problem. But you do what’s best for you. You do what you have to do to make yourself feel as close to whole as you will ever be. Report that son of a bitch if it will make you feel better. Or don’t. I didn’t. I don’t regret that either. Even after I found out about the other two who justified it to themselves the same way I did. And maybe the three of us are wrong for not saying something. But we put ourselves first. We did what we had to do to come to terms with what we had been through. And it’s okay to put yourself first. It’s okay to fear the scrutiny that you will undoubtedly receive from others if you speak up. I was not strong enough to bear that. I was not strong enough to see the looks on the faces of the people who love me when they would have found out. So I dealt with it internally. And I was not okay. I was not okay for a very long time. But I am now. When I was able to move past it and pick myself up I started to feel joy again and now I have a man I love more than anything in the world. Who has seen my metaphorical scars and has kissed each one with love and compassion and understanding. He knows about the cliff my mind jumped off of afterwards and the decisions I made to try and make myself feel something. Anything. I was able to push past my fear and my doubts and trust him. I’m going to marry him. And you will be okay too. You will build yourself back up. You will find the one man you can bare to let touch you without flinching or self loathing. You are not ruined. You are not broken. You are beautiful. You are strong. You are loved. You are a woman and we are the toughest around.

[killianmardon-deactivated201612]

I’m in need of some daily character warm ups, so:

everyone who reblogs this by–let’s say–July 31st will get a character based off their blog!

They’ll include basic bios and physical descriptions at the very least, and I will be doing at least one or two a day until they are all finished.  (And if I’m really digging them I may even give them a deeper backstory or *gasp* put them in a short story!!)

[killianmardon-deactivated201612]

Only ten days left to reblog this before I start writing these!  I’d love to create as many diverse characters as possible so feel free to pass this around!

[unpretty]

oh my god

[unpretty]

i’m gonna do it

i’m gonna buy the book about a bbw fucking a bear who is also a billionaire

[itsyaboicecil-deactivated202109]

KAT DON’T DO IT. DON’T READ ABOUT FUCKING A BEAR

[unpretty]

YOU’RE TOO LATE, NO ONE CAN TELL ME WHAT TO DO

AND THEY’RE NOT JUST BEARS

THEY’RE BRO BEARS

[itsyaboicecil-deactivated202109]

KAT NO

[severussnake-deactivated2023070]

KAT NO OOO. NO

[unpretty]

i finished it last night and here is what you need to know about this book

it is never explicitly stated that Janna is a black woman but repeated references are made to her ‘rich brown skin’ and ‘tight curls’ and ‘plump lips’ and also the words sassy, strong, and independent are used excessively

the bear thing is pretty much just an excuse to have really huge buff dudes who fall in love at first sight. there is no bear sex. i was totally waiting for the kinky bear sex and it never happened. they weren’t even that hairy. bear bros are pretty vanilla, it turns out.

bear bros are into fat women because they’re the only one that can handle their huge bear dicks and huge bear cubs:

the reason the chubby protaganist is so sturdy is that she actually a secret princess bear:

bear bros know what to do when you accidentally make a girl think you’re fucking crazy by running around the woods naked:

THE BEARMEN CAN FUCKING TALK WHEN THEY ARE IN BEAR FORM I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I WAS IN TEARS OH MY FUCKING GOD

In conclusion:

[brizzbee]

[screams eternally]

[sorry-so-sorry]

@cherry-twilight @chaoscleric

[youfoundbethany]

Best thing I’ve read all day long.  No.  Not the book.  This synopsis.  Pure gold. 

[cashela]

Help. What is air?

[ladyfabulous]

I take a nap and all of a sudden this fucking website does this.

[annlarimer]

Today’s the day the teddy bears have their picnic.

[dashakay]

HE WAS A BEAR ON A MISSION.

[greenekangaroo]

I sort of want to read it. 

[wordsonwordss]

Omg. There are no words. I can't breathe