My name is Tracey. I'm twenty-three and from Michigan. I don't like much anymore but I'm trying to change that.
If women covering up their bodies worked, Afghanistan would have a lower rate of sexual assault than Polynesia. It doesn’t.
If not drinking alcohol worked, children would not be raped. They are.
If your advice to a woman to avoid rape is to be the most modestly dressed, soberest and first to go home, you may as well add “so the rapist will choose someone else”.
If your response to hearing a woman has been raped is “she didn’t have to go to that bar/nightclub/party” you are saying that you want bars, nightclubs and parties to have no women in them. Unless you want the women to show up, but wear kaftans and drink orange juice. Good luck selling either of those options to your friends.
Or you could just be honest and say that you don’t want less rape, you want (even) less prosecution of rapists. A Short Post on Rape Prevention (via brute-reason)
you know when you see a picture on your dash and it hasn’t loaded yet but from reading the description/comments you can almost tell what it is and you want to reblog it but it isn’t loading so eventually you just get fed up and reblog it anyway even though it’s still just a white square and you just have to hope it’s not something terrible
it’s like the tumblr version of russian roulette
i recognize and fully admit that i’m addicted to the internet but considering i could be addicted to drugs or alcohol or sex i think i did pretty good ok
when you forget capslock is on and google something really aggressively by accident
I’m scared to grow up. what if I end up alone. what if my career choice plummets. what if all my friends are happily employed and in relationships. what if no one wants me.
I don’t want to grow up.