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For whatever we lose
(a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves
we find in the sea.
 - E.E. Cummings

adriandiscipulo:

De Anza College, Cupertino. 

2014

"its britney bitch"

- the bible (leviticus 7:58)
Posted this selfie I can remind you of what you lost. 💁

Posted this selfie I can remind you of what you lost. 💁

ignitionremix:

it’s a beautiful day to give me money

s-un-rise:

shybabykitten:

This kinda sounds like a poem

wow why do i love this so much

s-un-rise:

shybabykitten:

This kinda sounds like a poem

wow why do i love this so much

"Looking at my reflection too much.
Sitting in the back seat of the
car and gazing at myself
in the rear view mirror.
My dad tells me that I look fine
and to stop staring at myself
while he’s driving.

I reapply my lipstick, watch myself
do it in the black
screen of my iPhone.
Someone on this bus thinks I’m
the most conceited person who has
ever lived.

I bite my lips while my professor
is talking,
imagine giving him a handjob during
his office hours while he tells
me how pretty I am.
I’m in the reflection of his glasses,
of the laptop on his desk, of the
shiny gold band around his finger.
He’s not even looking.

A funhouse mirror.
My body a lava lamp of ugly shapes.
Everyone laughs at the one that
makes their stomachs stretch.
I laugh at the one that makes me
look like a lamp post.
The stranger next to me has hair
down to her hips and I can’t
see anything except for her earth body
and my little streetlight one.

We turn away from the
mirror and I snap back into
the globe of myself, thinking
‘Who could hold the whole world?
Who would even want to?’

I’d let her touch me, if she asked.
I’d live in the funhouse
if it meant I could be small
enough for her to wrap her arms
around.

Her eyes, mirrors.
I’m a panoramic
in the gloss of them.

She’s looking right at me.
"

- Caitlyn Siehl, Mirrors (via alonesomes)

god, caitlyn  (via lora-mathis)

"The rape joke is that you were eight.
The rape joke is that at the time,
you didn’t know people had sex to express love.
The rape joke is that the only other person
who’d seen you naked was your mom.
The rape joke is that he called you ‘beautiful’ first.
The rape joke is that he held your hands together
and told you to ‘try harder’ when you struggled.
The rape joke is that you believed him
when he told you were overreacting.
The rape joke is that your grandma
called him a nice boy and asked him to stay for dinner.
The rape joke is that he winked at you
when you apologized to your parents for not coming
downstairs the first time you were called.
The rape joke is that his friends
high-fived him for “getting some.”
The rape joke is that you still don’t feel like
you’ve regrown the pieces he stole.
The rape joke is that he was conceived when his
dad slapped himself into his snoring mother.
The rape joke is that her friends told her
she was lucky someone wanted her.
The rape joke is that each year in the United States,
32,000 other women’s bellies
ripen with life against their will.
The rape joke is that he never learned
to touch without scarring.
The rape joke is that your classmate thinks
‘have you seen what asses look like in yoga pants?’
is an argument.
The rape joke is your new boyfriend kissing
you and telling you he ‘raped’ his math test.
The rape joke is that ‘Why are girls so scared of rape? Y’all should feel pride that a guy risked his life in jail just to fuck you’
is a popular Tweet right now.
The rape joke is that you wake up to
the memory of him laughing,
“now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
The rape joke is that it’s been twelve years and
you still quiver when someone touches you.
The rape joke is that he hasn’t stopped laughing.
The rape joke is that you forgot how to.
"

- The Rape Joke | Lora Mathis
Inspired by this. (via lora-mathis)

"

This is the rape joke:
My best friend was four years old the first time his father came into his room at midnight and tore out his throat. He still has days when I cannot hold him because the memory of a bleeding trachea haunts his doorway. He has not been home for the holidays in many years, but – even now – hands are seen as weapons.

This is the rape joke:
I have been told by more than twenty people that they have been raped. To all of them, I asked where the rapist was. From none of them, I heard ‘jail.’

This is the rape joke:
Once my brother told me that I was so ugly, I would be a virgin forever. Unless someone raped me. But even they wouldn’t come back for seconds.

This is the rape joke:
I believed him.

This is the rape joke:
I now look at every woman on the street and wonder if the space between her legs is a crime scene, surrounded by ripped caution tape. The statistics tell me that this is so common that I will never be in a room that does not contain a survivor. Not even if I am in that room alone.

This is the rape joke:
I was thirteen years old, and he was supposed to be just a friend.

This is the rape joke:
When his older brother came home, the boy pulled away. He wiped the tears from my face and said ‘we should do this again some time.’

This is the rape joke:
When I finally told my parents, they asked what I had been wearing.

This is the rape joke:
I had been wearing my innocence. My trust. I had worn the love I held for humanity and expected to be treated well. I had never been taught that I would be that girl, the one who keeps a mine of secrets between her legs – that girl was the slut. I wasn’t supposed to be breakable.
What had I been wearing? I wore the rape joke, then I became it.

"

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This is the Rape Joke | d.a.s

After Lora Mathis’s poem “the Rape Joke

(via ragyo)

dont-harshmyvibe:

if you tickle me it’s either going to lead to kissing or an extreme act of violence

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suicidal-monsterr:

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