“Please send flowers. I am forgetting them.”— PERSEPHONE WRITES A LETTER TO HER MOTHER by A.E. Stallings (via seishii)
Some of y’all never had a Paramore, Green Day, Simple Plan, AFI & My Chemical Romance phase and it shows!
and what can you, a man, offer me, a goddess and ethereal being, that the universe doesn’t already have destined for me
Children, minors including teenage girls, cannot consent to sex.
It doesn’t matter how physically developed they are.
It doesn’t matter if they have a crush on you.
You need to leave those babies the fuck alone!!!!!!! Get somebody your own age or just throw yourself off of a cliff, you creep!
And sex with children and teenagers is not a “relationship”. It’s rape.
Also There’s no such thing as young Black girls being “fast” either. Black girls are entitled to exploring their sexualities just like everyone else but it’s supposed to occur with teenagers in their immediate age group. Anything else is just older men preying on younger girls and said older men should be killed immediately.
until we start saying “adult male pedophilia” instead of “child sex trafficing” it will never stop
until we start saying “extreme male violence against their partners” instead of “domestic violence” it will continue to go on unchecked
how about we talk about “young males refusing to take responsibility for contraception” instead of “teen girls pregnancy”
these things dont randomly “happen”. they are done to victims by men. address who is doing it if you want it to stop.
if you have a car crash and the other driver was at fault you dont blame your own car. put the responsibility where it truly should be.
no more lies by omission
stop your addiction to being right
good advice for everyone who isn’t me

“I think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. We are good people and we’ve suffered enough.”— Seventy Years of Sleep # 4. nikka ursula (n.t)
“in front of my mother and my sisters, i pretend love is cheap and vulgar. i act like it’s a sin– i pretend that love is for women on a dark path. but at night i dream of a love so heavy it makes my spine throb– i dream up a lover who makes love like he is separating salt from water.”— Salma Deera, “salt” (via virgoassbitch)