Awkward moment when you’re about to type ‘how to become a lawyer in NY’ in google and after typing ‘how to become’, the first suggestion to come up is ‘how to become anorexic’… and a whole bunch of sites on how to become anorexic… what on mother earth… there is something dangerously wrong with our society’s priorities today… Governments are worried about internet piracy and copyright infringement, when there are 5,180,000 websites aimed at vulnerable teenagers on how to become anorexic?? Why isn’t this issue dealt with more seriously?!
The government tries to pass numerous bills that directly contradict our rights
Everyone:It's not important. Who cares about politics?
The government tries to censor the internet
Everyone:ARE YOU SHITTING ME SOMEONE TELL ME I AM ON PUNK'D THIS IS NOT HAPPENING HOW MANY PETITIONS CAN I SIGN THIS IS BABY BACK BULLSHIT I AM CALLING MY LOCAL REPRESENTATIVE AND LETTING THIS BITCH HAVE A PIECE OF MY MIND
“[TW: Rape] Am I arguing that girls and women shouldn’t be held responsible for their behaviour? Not at all. If a woman drinks to excess, then falls over in the street, loses her wallet and vomits all over her shirt, she has only herself to blame. But rape is not a consequence of getting drunk. It’s a consequence of a man deciding to rape someone.”—Emily Maguire, Princesses & Pornstars: Sex, Power, Identity. (via starsgowaltzing)
Why is it so easy to miss someone who caused you so much pain? What if someone loved you more than anyone ever had but they were so wrong for you and made you angrier than you’d ever been? I feel like it’s so easy to miss someone when they showed up when you needed them and you showed up when they needed you, like something that you were missing in your life suddenly got filled… no matter how much they messed with your mind.
How can you love me six months later? How can you not be as angry at me as I was at you?
I miss the way you kiss and your beautiful songs, I don’t miss the mind games and our insecurities.
It’s all over, but I miss some things.
A phone call months later, and you’re still not mad at me. Why is this suddenly so hard. It’s hard to hear the voice of someone you loved after so long and not suddenly miss some things.