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hi i'm ashley and i mispronounce literally everything. also i write
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Apr 15 2014

Apr 15 2014


i’m not gonna teach your boyfriend how to dance with you // kate nash

you are the girl that i’ve been dreaming of
ever since i was a little girl

Apr 15 2014
What people don’t understand is when we say “Teach men not to rape,” we’re not talking about telling them not to jump out of the bushes in a ski mask and grab the nearest female. We’re talking about the way we teach boys that masculinity is measured by power over others, and that they aren’t men unless they “get some.” We’re talking about teaching men (and women) that it’s not okay to laugh at jokes about rape and abuse. We’re talking about telling men that a lack of “No” doesn’t mean “Yes,” that if a woman is too drunk to consent they shouldn’t touch her, that dating someone - or even being married to someone - does not mean automatic consent. We’re talking about teaching boys to pay attention to the girl they’re with, and if she looks uncomfortable to stop and ask if she’s okay, because sometimes girls don’t know how to say stop in a situation like that. We’re talking about how women have the right to change their mind. Even if she’s been saying yes all night, if she says no, that’s it. It’s over. That’s what we mean when we say “Teach men not to rape.”

Kalitena on Facebook  (via oldloveinyoungbodies)

tw rape f 

Apr 15 2014


msg me if u want hints

Apr 15 2014

existences separated

we are the irreconcilable internet generation. everything i know
i learned from Wikipedia. every feeling i’ve ever had
can be expressed via Messenger stickers.

i stutter when i talk. i define art as season 3 of How I Met Your Mother
finished in a day. i spent hours editing pictures before deciding
they are not good enough for Instagram and deleting them. i stay up until three
writing incomprehensible poems about my craving to be understood. i bask in the irony.
i pretend i am angst personified. i feel superior to hot boys on Tumblr
for having more underground music taste. i rarely feel connected with myself.
i find relationships daunting. i never give myself up all the way. i take antidepressants.

i know i am a cliche but so are you. we’re all goddamn cliches.

fuck originality. i want to drown in your banality. 

Apr 15 2014

what is anger (blue like ‘g’s in google)

the thing is, i’m PISSED and jesus christ,
don’t tell me, i already know how ill-fitting it is
for the niche of cool kid literary mongrels
whose scene i have spent my whole life trying to crack

but it’s unfair and i’m PISSED -
i’m pissed because my therapist tells me not to read philosophy
or think too much -

i’m pissed because my medicine makes me wake up at four in the morning
sheets drenched with sweat and hands shaking -

i’m pissed because i can’t walk my dogs without hurling myself a crossing the street
and waving my hand apologetically at the driver who swerves past just in time -

i’m pissed because i am NOT ALONE in this ‘fight’
yet the alleged millions of others JUST LIKE ME
are functioning -

i’m pissed because you’re functioning. i’m pissed because the only real connection
i’ve ever had is internet connection. i’m pissed because you are supposed to be so much worse
but you are breathing in ways i never dreamt of, you are kissing other girls and you MEAN it.

all i wanted was to mean it.


Apr 15 2014

*puts tiger in mouth* see its a metaphor u put the killing thing between ur mouth and - *doesnt finish sentence because tiger ate me*

Apr 15 2014

california // nevershoutnever

Apr 15 2014

love u

Apr 14 2014


all these critics are so obsessed with this idea of being able to edit urself online and like its not the /real u or whatever 

theyre like human relationships are supposed to be messy !!!

shut up

fuck u im gonna present myself how i chose thats fuckn awesome it doesnt make me any less of a real life breathing human bc i put a fuckn filter on a selfie