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I’m sick. Or just badly allergic to something. I can’t stop sneezing so I really hate myself right now. Also to whom it may concern, you’re a whoring douche.
(via insidesomecloudynostalgia)
Being touched by a stranger and told that I was beautiful didn’t make me feel more beautiful; it made me feel unimportant. It made me feel like what I wanted – to go from home to work with a quick stop at Starbucks on the way, without being harassed – didn’t matter. What mattered most was that this man had an opinion about me, so I had to hear it whether I wanted to or not. He wanted to touch me, so I was going to be touched, by a stranger, whether I wanted it or not. — Why do strange men think they’re allowed to touch me? (via colporteur)
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This is never not funny to me.
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