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A Beautiful Beginning (by Jade Hannah)
holy shit this deserves way more fucking notes
i can’t reblog it enough, please get this through your skulls. i can’t walk home at night past 10 pm without being terrified that every guy that hollers at me is going to follow me home. it’s fucked up. it’s unfair. our culture sucks. we need to fix it. rape is never okay. never. if the rapist is the girl’s boyfriend it still counts. rape is rape. no is no. no answer is no. you shouldn’t beg and plead until someone’s uncomfortable. take the hint. end this bullshit.
wow.
No one should have to go through the pain of being raped, no one deserves it.
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Some basics that you ought to know
A lot of people know about these already; I’ve always been open about them and never have I attempted to keep them secret. To be honest, they’re really quite obvious to any independent observer but I’m fed up with widespread ignorance.
- I’m a Mormon. (You can learn more here) And yes, I was even a missionary in Germany. Just like those ones in the musical, except we actually know what we’re talking about and we respect others’ beliefs.
- I’m homosexual.
- I was sexually abused by a friend when I was 18.
- I’m a survivor.
- I have a mental disability known as dissociative identity disorder.
- A flashback is not an epileptic fit.
- Fanta is one of my multiple personalities. He’s usually quite scared and shy, but would probably like to say hello.
- I make mistakes. I also make decisions that are contrary to what other people want.
- I play the violin. I can also sing.
- My favourite colour is lime green.
- I despise stereotypes.
- I promote equality and fraternity. It’s the way forward.
- I am a political activist for the Labour Party.
- I like Boston Tea Party, beards and boutiques.
- I have amazing friends.
Now that the pandora’s box has been tipped out and emptied all over the floor, I await the messages from people who have learnt something new today.
reader definition: Sorry
In UK English, “Sorry” can mean any number of passive-aggressive things, from “Get out of my way” to “Speak more clearly”, but the one thing it doesn’t mean is: “I apologise”.
(Advantage: Certainly not the USA)
(via little-fleur)
Me no study
Me no care
Me go marry
A millionare
If he die
Me no cry
Me go marry
Another guy
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Britain is a strange place.
yOU’RE JOKING RIGHT
WOW
No, I’m not. It even has a wiki page.
Oh my god.
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So let me tell you about the shittiest parent on the motherfucking planet.
I work at a grocery store and this man comes in with his 11 year old son. He buys a pack a cigarettes and a two cases of beer. The son was holding a two dollar drawing pad and placed it on the belt and I guess the dad didn’t notice it at first but when I was about to scan the pad he asked where’d it have come from and turned towards the kid and asked “Did you put that shit up there?”. He told me to put it back and then told his 11 year old child that he “ain’t paying for that gay ass notebook.”. So I looked at the kid, who was close to tears and saying how he ran out of paper at home and my heart broke. So I gave the pad to him, for free, and told the dad I would take care of it. I gave the kid some tokens for a game outside and said I would look forward to buying some of his drawings and paintings when he’s all famous. The kid’s face was so priceless and I thought everything was good. But then, about 10 ten minutes after giving the kid his notebook, I walked outside and saw this. The drawing pad all ripped up and tossed on the pavement. I could only imagine what happened in the parking lot, but I know that that poor kid heart is fucking ripped apart, just like this pad.
I’m fucking horrified that there are parents like this, who, just because it’s not masculine or gender specific, they won’t let their children follow their true passions or explore interests that lead to their happiness. Even more so, I’m horrified that parents don’t care about the fine arts anymore because it doesn’t have job security. Since when did it ever matter to a child if their passion makes them money or not? Parenting is about supporting whatever makes your child happy. Have some fucking consideration for your child’s wants not your homophobic and anti-art ideals.
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