celeryandhummus:

nanner:

Kristen Stewart is having none of your gendered bull s***

kristen is an actual kickass feminist who speaks up aaaall the time and gets so little credit for it

Sunrise, Charles River

Photograph by Steve Dunwell.

I’m 11, and my mother’s tickling me on the floor of our living room and she won’t stop despite my squealed pleas. I start screaming RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! at the top of my lungs because that’s what the boys at school yell on the playground while we play. My mother freezes and tells me that rape is not a joke and she never wants to hear me use it like one again.

I’m 14, and I’m sitting on the porch with my dad and his current girlfriend. She’s letting me wear her hearing aid and I can hear the air conditioner running in the house across the street. I can hear the crickets and my dad’s breathing slightly amplified. I can hear her tell me that if I’m ever assaulted, I should yell FIRE! instead of RAPE! because more people will care enough to help.

I’m 16, and the only gift my friend gets for her birthday is mace.

I’m still 16, and her mace is confiscated at a concert we go to. We are afraid on our walk home to pass the group of men that heckled us earlier. We see a police officer and almost ask him to escort us to the rapid before realizing he is also a threat. We run in our skirts with our hearts in our throats.

I’m still 16, and I’m scared that this is only the beginning.

K.R (via huggyhale)

surprisebitch:

there are 3 types of people

radicalfarts:

eraserheadsbaby:

the ol’ razzle dazzle

IM SCREAMING

I’m 11, and my mother’s tickling me on the floor of our living room and she won’t stop despite my squealed pleas. I start screaming RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! at the top of my lungs because that’s what the boys at school yell on the playground while we play. My mother freezes and tells me that rape is not a joke and she never wants to hear me use it like one again.

I’m 14, and I’m sitting on the porch with my dad and his current girlfriend. She’s letting me wear her hearing aid and I can hear the air conditioner running in the house across the street. I can hear the crickets and my dad’s breathing slightly amplified. I can hear her tell me that if I’m ever assaulted, I should yell FIRE! instead of RAPE! because more people will care enough to help.

I’m 16, and the only gift my friend gets for her birthday is mace.

I’m still 16, and her mace is confiscated at a concert we go to. We are afraid on our walk home to pass the group of men that heckled us earlier. We see a police officer and almost ask him to escort us to the rapid before realizing he is also a threat. We run in our skirts with our hearts in our throats.

I’m still 16, and I’m scared that this is only the beginning.

K.R

Dylan O’Brien spotted at the LAX Airport on August 27, 2014 in Los Angeles.

u finally make enough money to have a black car pick u up from the airport, but the guys always put the sign down when they see u cause they know it can’t be u. then u walk up to them and say “im donald” and they go “…oh”.

the only self-harm i approve of is eating so much raw batter it makes you sick