Rape is a crime, but talking about it isn't

TRIGGER WARNING. I am deciding to make this public. I am not holding anything back because when I was silent I was stuck, and silence only perpetuates the problem. Let this be my declaration of freedom.

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people keep saying that facebook makes you depressed because your friends all look like they’re having fun without you but actually i think this kind of shit is probably the greater cause of it tbh

Oh my god, did all these people have a teleconference where they decided to simultaneously miss the fucking point?

I hate the world and all of these disgusting people. I really really do. People like these commenters make me want to kill myself.

and all the comments are from men ….





Columbia University Student Will Drag Her Mattress Around Campus Until Her Rapist Is Gone

"I think the act of carrying something that is normally found in our bedroom out into the light is supposed to mirror the way I’ve talked to the media and talked to different news channels, etc," Emma continues in the full video which you can watch here. 

So, I just want to go into HOW MUCH Columbia and the NYPD has failed, and revictimized, Emma Sulkowicz.

In her school hearing, Sulkowicz had to explain to the three administrators on the panel how anal rape worked. She told them she had been hit across the face, choked and pinned down, but, she said, one still seemed confused about how it was possible for someone to penetrate her there without lubricant. Sulkowicz said she had to draw them a diagram.”

"Her best friend was meant to be at the hearing; Sulkowicz had chosen her as her one “supporter.” But her friend was kicked out of that role for talking about the case, according to Sulkowicz, in violation of the university’s confidentiality policy. As punishment, her friend was also put on probation and made to write two reflection papers: one from the perspective of Sulkowicz and another from the accused."


- Two other women at Columbia have accused this guy of sexual assault/rape. But he’s been found not responsible in all instances, and is still on campus.

- When she went to the police, one officer said: “You invited him into your room. That’s not the legal definition of rape.”

- Another officer told her friends, who came with her: ““For every single rape I’ve had, I’ve had 20 that are total bull——,” he added. “It’s also my type of job to get to the truth. If that means being harsh about it, that’s what I do.”

And that’s.

I want to set literally everything on fire.

The saddest part is i SO can see the reactions to this in her school by her peers.

Somebody should beat the shit out of her rapist and threaten to kill him. Then he’ll leave school. 


I am really going hard at this.


I am really going hard at this.


Post Secret.


Post Secret.

“Trust in the LORD with all your heart & lean not on your own understanding. -Proverbs 3:5”

My Happy Place

My happy place is inside my head. I close my eyes and my ears, sometimes with my earplugs, and retreat into my happy place. I take my happy place wherever I go and I go there whenever  I need to be somewhere safe. It is safe in there, even though I am by myself. I can survive in there. Through anything. I go to my happy place to fall asleep. I sleep there most nights. I listen to myself breath and I hear my heart beating, my stomach gurgling, myself swallowing, and it reminds me that I am alive. And I am safe in my happy place.

I go to my happy place before studying for exams, during panic attacks, when I am falling asleep after a hard day. I go there when I am at school, when I am in my room, when I am at work, at the gym. These places are usually safe, but the memories jump on me and I have nowhere to go. So I go to my happy place when I am forced to stay where I am physically. It is brilliant! And no one can take it away from me.

Sometimes the nightmares find me in my happy place after I have fallen asleep, but they have to be reminded that they can’t hurt me anymore. I tell the nightmares that I am safe, they are only memories, one more day behind me every time I wake up, and they cannot have power over me anymore. They are not welcome in my place. My happy place is mine. And no one or anything can take it away from me.