Like many women, exhausted
A thing that made me almost cry at my desk this morning.
We need to believe survivors. We need to stay angry.
Bobbi Starr, Lily LaBeau #fuckingslapped
She thought participating in their study would be a quick way to earn some easy money. She might be helping people, she thought. She might even learn something.
She’s certainly learned that this is what happens when you don’t read the consent form.
me: *sets up a background with soft pretty lighting, picks colour coordinated lingerie, styles my hair and makeup, takes 100 photos, brings a concept to life, carefully selects 3 photos, makes a gif and shares on tumblr dot com with a reference to music, a play, a piece of art*
some guy with a dingy, grainy picture of their dirty cock and balls: mmhmmm…nice titties submit pics of ass for daddy 😝😝😝😝
hell is tumblr but u can never log out
Domme: You know what’s dangerous?
Domme: I’m bored and I wanna play a game
Sub: Oh fu—-
Do what you have to do, she’d said.
Anything – anything at all – to make her better.
as you get older, you realize that you’re not always right and there’s so many things you could’ve handled better, so many situations where you could’ve been kinder and all you can really do is forgive yourself and let your mistakes make you a better person.
“He knew me through and through. It infuriated me that he knew me so thoroughly.” – Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground