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A man came to our class once,
he claimed to be a fair judge
with daughters he loved.

He asked a question to the class:
“When should a minor be tried
as an adult?”
and students began raising their hand

he wrote it up on the board.

he wrote it up on the board.

I said, “Rape”
and he paused, he asked
for clarification

“You mean violent rape?”

“no I mean rape.
It is all the same.”

he looked to a boy
who said “rape only if
he used a weapon and
hurt her.”

and I said, “rape is rape,
whether his weapon is a knife,
drugs, or guilt. She said no.”

he shook his head,
and wrote
“Violent rape” on the board

I never understood,
because you can kill somebody
quietly and peacefully with drugs,
or with guns and knives or cars;
but nobody cares if the murder was “violent”

it was still murder.

— #yesallwomen by Amanda Katherine Ricketson (via theyellowbrickroad)

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❝ Range Rover, Range Rover send boys with trust funds on over.

— Me (via cantchangethestars)



The Garden’s Steps, Gergeroy - Henri Le Sidaner




Richard Patterson - Inner City Pressure (2014)



Does he know who you are?
Does he laugh, just to know
What he has?

Does he know not to talk
About your dad?
Does he know when you’re sad?

You don’t like to be touched,
Let alone kissed.

Does he know where your lips begin?

Do you know who you are?
Do you laugh, just to think
What I lack?

Do you know your lip shakes
When you’re mad?
And do you notice when you’re sad?

You don’t like to be touched,
Let alone kissed.

Does his love make your head spin?

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Woven Wall Hangings | Chantelle Grady



“My younger sister died when I was seven. I remember my mom asking if I’d seen her, and we searched the whole house, and discovered her beneath some hurricane shutters. We think that she climbed up on them to play, and they fell down on her. My strongest memory from that day is these two young girls, holding open our front door when the paramedics arrived. I can see them clearly in my memory, but I don’t know who they are. I may have just invented them, but I like to think that they were angels.”


❝ Don’t do that. Don’t skip stages in your life. You’re 19, kiss a few boys and wear your heart on your sleeve. There will come a time when you’re 39 and stuck in a suit, wondering why the hell you were so eager to grow up in the first place.

— note to self (via societychangedtheteenager)

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