"In San Francisco last year, a man stabbed a woman in the face and arm after she didn’t respond positively to his sexually harassing her on the street.
In Bradenton, Fla., a man shot a high school senior to death after she and her friends refused to perform oral sex at his request.
In Chicago, a scared 15-year-old was hit by a car and died after she tried escaping from harassers on a bus.
Again, in Chicago, a man grabbed a 19-year-old walking on a public thoroughfare, pulled her onto a gangway and assaulted her.
In Savannah, Georgia, a woman was walking alone at night and three men approached her. She ignored them, but they pushed her to the ground and sexually assaulted her.
In Manhattan, a 29-year-old pregnant woman was killed when men catcalling from a van drove onto the sidewalk and hit her and her friend.
Last week, a runner in California — a woman — was stopped and asked, by a strange man in a car, if she wanted a ride. When she declined he ran her over twice.
FUCK YOU if you think that street harassment is a “compliment” or “no big deal” or that it’s “irrational” of us to be afraid because “what’s actually gonna happen.” Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you some more." Street Harassment: Is a Man Running Over a 14-Year Old Girl for Refusing Sex Serious Enough? | Soraya Chemaly (via mooncrumbs)
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"Your fingerprints are all over who I am now." (via savingjupiter)
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An eating disorder isn’t about losing weight. It’s about losing who you were, who you are and being taken over by something evil. It’s so fast it’s not even a spiral, it’s a black hole. And suddenly you forget what you liked to do in your free time. You forget who your friends were. You forget what music you like. Because everything revolves around the eating disorder. Everything is by the eating disorder, for the eating disorder. It has stolen you. It has stolen not only your body, but you mind.
And one day, you remember you like art, and you feel happy." Unknown (via tobeheal-ed)
The next day, you remember what your favorite painting was, and you smile.
Then the next, you’re recreating the painting.
And suddenly you come back, and Ed disappears.
And it feels so damn good.
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