| comefioridibach: E non mi importa se non mi ami più e non mi importa se non mi vuoi bene. Dovrò soltanto reimparare a camminare, Se non ci sei tu. - Calcutta, “Cosa mi manchi a fare”
amelie-not-amelia: narfoonthenet: i-am-already-panicking: larissaloki: the-glitter-ace: erynspencer2187: erynspencer2187: erynspencer2187: someoneintheshadow456: casgirlat221b: fandom-is-my-middle-name: clean-what-now: thosekidswhohuntmonsters: captain-ak84: minimalistfish: hawkgirl-in-the-impala: chronic-genderbender: “Those poor boys”  “She deserves to be punished too.” “I’m not saying I support rape, but-” “Sorry to say - she deserved it.” “She put herself in harm’s way” “But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.” “She ruined their lives.”
“Well she didn’t exactly say ‘no’..”  “Yea, but did you see what she was wearing?”  “Boys will be boys!”  “She should know better than to drink at a party…” 
Cannot not reblog.
“She should have tried to enjoy–”
 Originariamente postato da gamorasnebula
“She’s just saying something now for atten-“ 
boy am i glad this has so many notes
“But he’s a dude. That’s not ra-” 
“He should’ve enjoyed it.”
“She must’ve lead him on.” 
“But she orgasmed. That means she liked it - “ 
“She’s slept with so many people! She’s a slut-“ 
“Get over it, at least you’re still a virgin”
 Originariamente postato da rageripper “Women can’t rape because…”
Originariamente postato da rageripper “Be grateful it wasn’t a man!”
Originariamente postato da rageripper “I’m sorry she hurt you but don’t call what happened to you rape, it’s an insult to the REAL victims…”
Originariamente postato da rageripper “You weren’t raped, you’re just lesbophobic.”
Originariamente postato da rageripper
“She shouldn’t have posted provocative photos!”  Originariamente postato da hawkwoman
“She shouldn’t have been dressed like that … she was asking for it!” Originariamente postato da hawkwoman
“It’s the woman’s responsibility to not put herself in dangerous situations, she should have been more aware.” Originariamente postato da hawkwoman
reblogging because it’s gotten even better since last time
I love this post!
“Well he paid for dinner, she kind of owed him.”  Originariamente postato da bevioletskies “She’s his wife, it’s her job to please him.” Originariamente postato da bevioletskies “Oral isn’t rape.” Originariamente postato da bevioletskies “Well he wasn’t armed, she could have walked away.” Originariamente postato da bevioletskies “Guys can’t be raped, they love sex!” Originariamente postato da bevioletskies “She didn’t fight back; it wasn’t rape.” Originariamente postato da bevioletskies
A good post
the day I do not reblog this is the day I’m buried six feet under
sarettamcqueen: PONTE MORANDI, GENOVA
(Morandi Bridge, Genoa, Italy)
Today in my city a very important bridge collapsed. After I made the most sincere condolences to the relatives and the friends of the victims, I want to say that I think this tragedy is actually a murder: when this bridge was built, they said that it would last 50 years. Now it’s 51 years old, it always seemed old and dangerous, but there hasn’t been the maintenance it needed. So it is not a misfortune due to the lightning that hit the bridge, but a tragedy caused by a set of things.
 “Crolla un ponte, Crolla una strada, Crollano i nervi di chi, Consapevolmente, Pensa: Avrei potuto essere li. Crolla una città, Ora più isolata, Crolla la sua economia, Fragile ed insicura. Crolla la fede Nel cielo, Nel destino, Nella vita. Crollano le braccia Di chi sta spalando, Crolla, pesante, Lo sconforto Sulle nostre spalle. Tutto crolla, Tranne noi. Gente dura, Inospitale, Musoni e Testardi. Per chi non ci conosce. Lavoratori, Camalli, Portuali, Carbonai. Artigiani, Banchieri, Capitani e Marinai. Agricoltori sulle rocce. Superbi, Orgogliosi. Fieri. Insiste, Inutilmente, Il cielo Sulla nostra città. Che da acqua, Fango, Macerie e Bombe, Ne è sempre uscita. E allora che cominci, Genova, Domani sarai ancor più bella”.
thunder:
via weheartit
bnmxfld: Tove Lo / 9th of october
baby-vintage: William Holden, Audrey Hepburn, Paris, 1964
Fëdor Dostoevskij, Delitto e castigo.
(via subirealinfierno)
caustjc: “Ti chiedevo dove cazzo stavamo andando e mi rispondevi che due come noi non potevano andare da nessuna parte. Alla fine sorridevo, perché mi sembrava il posto più incredibile del mondo.”
— Le Luci Della Centrale Elettrica (via wherehasyourlovegone)
visionsandvistas: Streets of Positano
ipusheveryoneaway: Fate come gli alberi: cambiate le foglie e conservate le radici. Quindi, cambiate le vostre idee ma conservate i vostri principi. Victor Hugo
a-random-emu: The day she was born
The doctor said “it’s a boy.” and proceeded to wrap her in blue.
When she was one, she was called big, fierce, and strong; She just went along. And she always wore blue.
When she was two, She was given toy construction vehicles, plastic dinosaurs, and a gun - that shot bubbles.
When she was three, she told her mom that she wasn’t happy, she wasn’t who she wanted to be, She was a boy.
Her mom assumed it was a phase and figured things would change. She told her to give it some time.
When she was four, she wanted a doll. Her dad bought her a ball, and called it a close call.
When she was five, she tried to paint her nails like the other females. But her mom found her and took it away.
She cried and cried, but her dad told her to grow up, Boys don’t cry. She should just be a tough guy.
When she was six, She tried growing out her hair but then her parents gave her a glare and made her cut it all.
When she was seven, she went to school. Most of her friends were girls and they were able to be who they wanted to be.
When she was eight, her dad signed her up for little league baseball He didn’t care for her opinion at all.
When she was nine, she gave up. She’d had enough. This was her life, and it wasn’t going to change.
When she was ten, she was made fun of for taking her shirt off the “feminine way” at a pool party
When she was eleven she read that people who felt the way she did wouldn’t be allowed into heaven.
When she was twelve, she got first place in a science fair and for the first time in her life, her father was proud.
When she was thirteen, she realized she was attracted to other girls.
When she was fourteen, she was called gay, and several other names.
When she was fifteen, she got sick of her life being a lie. She couldn’t stop thinking how all she wanted to do was die.
When she was sixteen, she met a girl, who was nice and all, but very confusing too.
They began to date, to her this felt like fate. But deep down she knew, she mustn’t stay around.
When she was seventeen, she finally told her girlfriend the truth. Her girlfriend told her she knew.
When she was eighteen, she told her parents something unforeseen she was a girl, she always had been, and always will.
M.C.R. // @a-random-emu (A project I made for my Sociology Class)
bnmxfld: Florence + the Machine / How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful
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