Its exhausting to be a woman. Everyday is just rape rape rape. Rape in the news and rape in the show im watching and at night im running from rape in my dreams. And when i walk alone on the road i walk faster bc rape.
Someone told me I shouldnโt help spread pictures of the Cornell 7 guys, because it might destroy their lives.
Sweetie, thatโs what Iโm counting on.
A mutual tweeted about this yesterday and I can't stop thinking about it. These men gang raped a young woman for hours and put katamine on their penises to continually assault her. FOR HOURS. Their punishment is writing essays.
Yet men can't understand why women are angry at them or don't trust them. The men screaming from the roof tops about taking away a woman's right to vote won't acknowledge this crime. They won't tweet about it. They won't even pretend to be outraged. There will sit quietly and say nothing.
My timeline only got one thing going on ๐ญ I literally have no break up tweets itโs all about the same thing ๐คฃ at least let me keep seeing that Holmes trailer pls
Itโs sooo hard to want to leave for work when my room smells like soft vanilla and the perfect amount of sunrise is showing and the air is still crisp with coldness and my blanket is still warm from body heat
I guess Iโm hosting another Pink-O-Ween (my annual pink Halloween party) and Iโm excited but also already drained ๐ญ but I will do this for my friends bc I love hanging with them and spookie season