23 Jul 2014 15:54 | 1 note | Reblog

I have a job interview tomorrow

Really hoping I get this job

13 Jul 2014 15:05 | 0 notes | Reblog

Air conditioner broke
I might die

12 Jul 2014 04:20 | 91,160 notes | Reblog
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Last night a man asked me for a dollar as I left the subway on my way home. I gave him one.

He then proceeded to start talking to me and followed me for ten minutes as I tried to walk home. He ignored my repeated attempts to part ways and made comments about my body, his body and allude to us having sex. He asked personal questions about my life. He asked if I was married. I told him that I had a boyfriend, not because I owed him any answer, but my past experience has shown that these type of men, when hearing you are ‘taken’ often will leave you alone out of respect, not for you of course, but for the man who already ‘has’ you.

He walked all the way to the block I lived, talking away, moving closer to my side while I clutched my keys, splayed out between my fingers in one pocket and my cell phone in the other, mind frantically going over my options to get out of this situation. How to get away from this man without angering him. How to get into my apartment without him seeing where I lived.

When I turned the corner of my block I saw that the bodega was open. I told him I had to go to the store and said, again, good night. He followed me into the store, where with witnesses and the store owner who knows my face I had to courage to tell him to stop following me. That I didn’t want him to know where I lived. To go away.

He called me a bitch.

The store owner made him stay in the store long enough for me to dart across the street, duck into my apartment, and lock the door behind me.

I’ve spent most of today going over in my head what I did wrong to get into this situation.

I was stupid to give him a dollar. To speak to him after. To let him walk with me so far. To be so concerned with being polite.

But what that really boils down to is that I, my entire life, have been told that being a woman in public is asking for attention, and once received it is my fault in some way.

I don’t owe anybody conversation, my number, my time. It’s not a complement.

The truly insidious thing about harassment is that in the moment, the potential violence, quiet, persistent and vague threat combine with a world of people telling you that if something bad happens to you it’s YOUR fault. The conditioning women receive to be ‘nice’, be polite, smile for goodness sake (lest, horrors of all horrors we become that horrendous monster, a bitch). All this is why we accept being uncomfortable, being afraid, why we consider how our keys could be used as a weapon.

The man called me a bitch, and my biggest regret today is that I wasn’t a bigger one.

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A friend posted this on Facebook yesterday. Personally, I am so sick of rape culture and what it’s doing to us. (via thearetical)

10 Jul 2014 02:45 | 0 notes | Reblog

Watching catfish and enjoying bedtime tea

09 Jul 2014 14:40 | 234,132 notes | Reblog

dahowbbit:

goddessofsax:

Here’s a handy dandy color reference chart for you artists, writers, or any one else who needs it! Inspired by this post x

09 Jul 2014 13:24 | 0 notes | Reblog

Well I guess this flare up isnt done

But Im not getting the pain
Which is nice
But if my body doesnt get the nurtrients its gonna be worse pain in the long run
And bruised up junkie looking arms which is never fun
Nor are tye medical bills tjay go along with it

09 Jul 2014 12:24 | 0 notes | Reblog

I get texts about once a week of someone asking me to hang out with them

Then I tell them I cant I dont live in minnesota anymore im back in california then I get yepled at for not seeing them and saying goodbye and what now
I try to explain I planned on going back when I came out here
That I had a plane ticket to go back and everything
But everyone just thinks I abandoned them
My unfle even called to invite me over for some fishing
One of my dads brothers
He was mad at my dad not telling him though instead of being upset with me