This is all for you. Everything has always been for you. I gave you everything I had and you took it. You used me because you felt lonely too. But now that you have your confidence back, you need to take it for a spin, slip in between a few pairs of legs and regain all the experiences you believe you missed out on. But guess what ? It won't be like you think. You've been out of the game for a while and once you realize that you only thought you could have any bitch, it's not true. I wasn't holding you back. You'll miss me once you're through with the shallow sex and the empty good-byes. And I want to say I'll be long gone. I'll have found happiness without you and I will tell you "You missed your chance." But thats not the case. I'll pass the time by doing anything I can to distract from the hurt and count the minutes till you want me in your arms again. I am in love with you now and I will always love you. Maybe not as passionately as I do now, but I will. So as much as I pray this isn't good-bye, I have to say Ta-ta for now.
Okay, this is actually what you do if you’re being sexually harassed in any kind of public space. Draw attention to it, preferably pull away and let EVERYONE know that someone is touching you. This will not only get him to get off you but he’ll definitely think about this situation next time he wants to do something like this.
Spreading the word.
My mom and I were talking about this today after hearing about a woman who was molested on a plane who said nothing until she was picked up at the airport by her parents. My mom looked at me and asked what I would do in that situation and I looked her dead in the eye and I told her “it would take me .02 seconds to realize what was going on and yell angrily, and then I would be straight on to bitch slapping him so hard he wouldn’t be able to see the punch I’d throw with the opposite hand”.
She nodded and accepted my salty language like a seasoned sailor.
I’ve had experience with this before, in Prague a group of five girls and I were followed by three men at night. After a while they started yelling at us, the most common being “how much?” Meaning how much we “cost” as prostitutes. Seeing as they weren’t going to stop, I turned on my heel, faced them (which surprised them), spat at their feet and responded with “You couldn’t afford me.” This prompted the other girls to start yelling back at them as well, starting with our spitfire Czech friend to start slinging curses in Czech as she and the rest of the girls came up beside me. Needless to say the men backed off and pretty much fled. They weren’t expecting a fight. It empowered me and encouraged the rest of the girls to yell back too.
I’ve heard that a lot of people don’t know what to do in this situation because they’ve been taught all their lives to be polite and non-aggressive. Keep your heads down or whatever.
Keep in mind that studies have shown that rapists look for victims who won’t fight back.
Remember that nobody has the right to touch you without your consent or harass you, and you have all the right to make the biggest fuss about it that you can possibly make.
my mom heard the beginning of same love by macklemore and she looked at me and said “when you were 4 you sat in your room and cried for hours and when i asked you what was wrong you said “mom i think i’m black”
Her publicity team like “don’t forget to trip AT LEAST once!”
people on this website are so shitty you talk about how many social anxiety issues you have and how you’re not good at anything then this woman goes to one of the most stressful celebrity events ever where she’s already nervous about whether she’ll win or not and you think her tripping once is a publicity stunt I don’t care if you don’t like her shes still a person with nerves and anxiety just like you shitdicks
This is the greatest thing I have ever seen. People do not understand that mental illnesses, such as depression, are actual chemical imbalances in your body. They are not brought on by choice. My dad was diagnosed with depression. He was so ashamed of it that he hid it from me and my brothers. A month later, he killed himself. The stigma that comes with mental illness made my Dad embarrassed to talk to his own kids about this problem because he felt like less of a man.
Erase the stigma. The more we talk about mental illness, the less likely it will end in suicide.
I can’t even express how much i love this, and I wish everyone at my school could see this. because I am so tired of being judged for something i can’t control.