All this time I was looking for a reason to live, but I found out what I actually needed was a reason not to die.
Damn it all. I just can’t do anything right. I am so read to just give up. I don’t know how much more of this shit I can take. Fuck life.
Whiteboards are remarkable.
I HAD TO REBLOG THIS A SECOND TIME BECAUSE I JUST REALIZED ITS A PUN AND NOW I FEEL STUPID
I didn’t realize it was a pun until it was pointed out, I just thought 23,000 people were really passionate about whiteboards
do not support your friends who turn out to be rapists.
do not doubt your friends who have been raped.
unfriend the rapists.
protect the abused.
I can’t stress how important this is.
If you say “it was probably a mistake/misunderstanding.” you are siding with their rapist. If you stay friends with their rapist, you have abandoned them.
Just know that.
Period: Your stomach hurts.
Period: No it doesn't, eat everything.
Period: Why did you eat all the things, your stomach hurts!
Period: No it doesn't, there's a plate of brownies. Eat them.
Period: Your uterus is pulsing. Change position twenty times to see if that helps.
Period: You want to fuck him.
Period: No you don't, kill him.
Period: You're bored. Let's literally cry about that, shall we?
Period: Never mind, just find people and kill them.