Through the looking glass

Anna, British.

'Many people need desperately to receive this message: I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.'

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  • glam00ur:

    all 46 excuses on my friends wall, 

    1. i was just really, really early for tomorrow

    2. we can’t all be usain bolt

    3. in this day and age, we shouldn’t need labels like “late”

    4. i had pe first period do you blame me

    5. i really, really didn’t want to sing

    6. my brother thought it would be hilarious to drop me outside the prison gates

    7. you can’t tell me how to live my life

    8. #YOLO

    9. my legs fell off and i had to roll all the way to the emergency clinic

    10. there was a freak yachting accident

    11. i am a fucking retard

    12. this is just for my wall

    13. do you even read these

    14. “it does not matter how slow you go, so long as you do not stop

    15. i spent my entire night writing tom daley fanfiction

    16. my father left my mother for an air hostess seven years ago do you expect me to get over that emotional trauma overnight

    17. sarah palin and i got into a twitter war and i couldn’t leave and let her win

    18. traffic jammy jammy jam

    19. how can i go to school when alex turner

    20. my sim was having an emotional meltdown and i needed to be there for her

    21. i was sticking it to the man

    22. i spent my entire night worrying if i would ever lose my virginity 

    23. fifty shades of late; i was walking and then i caught the eye of an attractive member of the opposite sex and we began exchanging significant looks and i knew we would one day make sweet love so i just walked alongside him and tried to catch his eye and to be continued

    24. part two he was playing hard to get so we walked and walked and he had the perfect hair colour it was sort of beige brown anyway it turned out he was walking to a bus stop so obviously i had to catch the bus because true love and silently we rode out to papakura and into the sunset

    25. my meth lab caught fire

    26. my bed is more comfortable than your school will ever be

    27. i was sad

    28. it was a nice day, so i walked leisurely

    29. i had beat my younger brother for saying “swag”

    30. i had to travel back to the 1950’s to ensure my birth

    31. 2 kool 4 scool

    32. i had to stop, collaborate and listen

    33. i tried

    34. i’m sorry i’m late

          it’s not my fault

          my auntie was killed

          and i joined a cult

    35. a haiku about lateness:

    late late late late late

    late late late late late late late

     late late late late late

    36. my best friend was telling me how to give a satisfactory blow job i wish i was joking

    37. i was fashionably late

    38. i was caught in a flash mob true story omfg

    39. i did not choose the late life, the late life chose me

    40. do

    41. you

    42. even

    43. read

    44. these

    45. i was fighting al qaeda

    46. traffic

    YESSSS IT’S ON MY DASHBOARD AGAIN

    the post that doesn’t age

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    PEOPLE ARE LIKE RASPBERRIES

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    kreativedragon:

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    Some are dark skinned

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    Some are light skinned

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    Some are big and some are small

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    Some look ‘complete’ and other might not be quite there

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    But no matter what

    If you put them together

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    And blend them up

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    They taste pretty darn good

    I’m getting you professional help. 

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    kite117:

And I would have gotten away with it too if it weren’t for you meddling kids and your talking dog

    kite117:

    And I would have gotten away with it too if it weren’t for you meddling kids and your talking dog

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    h0odrich:

    I also love how girls start shit talking off like ‘okay so Nicole like I love her, I adore her, she’s great and awesome and beautiful but like….’

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    It’s Monday. I’m going home at 6pm and a middle aged man and a teenage boy are the only people left on the bus with me. I consider the fact that because the driver is also a man I am the only person left on the bus with the correct genetic makeup for boobs. I’m automatically scared, scared because of my own anatomy. I wonder how old I was when I realized that my own body was going to be the cause of the constant anxiety and fear I feel in situations like this. I get off at the last stop and the older man smiles at me while following me up the street. His smile drips, drips, drips and my heart is pounding, pounding, pounding. He turns off down another road, but I run the rest of the way home.

    Not all men.

    I’m at home on a Tuesday, beginning to plan the travels I want to go on next year. I dream of wandering the streets and meeting strangers. I just can’t wait to escape the city I’ve lived in for 17 long years. But… my mum is hesitant. She’s forever worried about the danger that being a young girl traveling alone can bring. I’ll be alone and she’s scared. Surely I’m invincible. I feel invincible. But I know, I know this danger is real and I can’t help but think to myself, if I feel unsafe in my own city, how am i going to feel in a strange place with strange men who don’t speak the same language as me? If I was my brother planning this, I would probably just be wondering if European girls are going to be hot.

    Not all men.

    Wednesday is a beautiful sunny day but I’ve always been told that I don’t have a “nice enough body” to wear a bikini on the beach. Ever since I was 6 years old I’ve thought that having tummy fat was ugly. That skin that doesn’t have a perfectly golden glow is undesirable. I amble to a clear patch of sand in my one piece and I can feel pairs of eyes latching onto me. Hairy men in speedos who I don’t look twice at eat into my body with their stares. I’m a piece of meat. I am a piece of meat? I am here for their amusement. Please don’t let me be eaten alive.

    Not all men.

    Thursday night two friends and I are walking to our god damn school dance when we hear “Jesus look at you! You sluts heading to a pole?” These words snarl out of the mouth of a respectably dressed man and we stop in horror. Shivers roll up my back in fear. It’s dark. We are alone. What. Do. We. Do??? One of us pulls the finger back. I can never be sure how quickly a sexist man can get angry so we walk quickly away. We’re angry, so so angry. But also so… deflated. I wonder if we deserve this shame.

    Not all men.

    Sitting on the internet, Friday night and scrolling down my Facebook newsfeed:

    “Haha, good job at the game today bro. You RAPED them!”
    “Damn with tits like that, you’re asking for it :P”

    Another sexist comment…
    Another sexist comment…
    Another sexist comment…

    I’m shrinking and shrinking and shrinking and I want to CRY because these boys don’t realize how small they make me feel with just pressing a few keys. I see these boys on the streets, I talk to these boys, I laugh with these boys. Dear GOD, dear GOD i hope these boys don’t think actions speak louder than words…

    Not all men.

    Three rules that have been drilled into me since I was young run through my mind at 1.30am on a Satur… Sunday Morning:

    -Don’t ever talk to strange men
    -Don’t ever be alone at night in a strange place
    -Don’t ever get into a car with a stranger

    I break all 3 of these laws as I pull open the taxi door. Making light conversation with the driver, he doesn’t see my sweaty hand clutching the small pocket knife I keep hidden on me at all times. He doesn’t even realize the fear I feel at his mere presence. He cannot comprehend it, he never will. How easy would this 15 minute car ride be if I was born a boy?

    Not all men.

    It comes to Sunday, another snoozy, sleepy, Sunday and someone has the AUDACITY to tell me not all men are rapists. I say nothing.

    I’m a 17 year old girl.
    When I am walking alone and it’s dark, it’s all men.
    When I am in a car with a man I don’t know well, it’s all men.
    When men drunkenly leer at me on the streets, it’s all men.
    When a boy won’t leave me alone at a party, it’s all men.

    Not all men are rapists. But for a young girl like me? Every one of them has the potential to be.

    Not.
    All.
    Men.

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    Landscapes, 2014 | by Randy P. Martin

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