
I was raped when I was 14. I was left violated, bruised and bleeding with any naivety and innocence I had completely stolen from me. The fact that someone even thought that this bill would be a good idea makes me absolutely sick to my stomach. Rape is rape. It doesn’t matter if it’s a stranger on the street or your boyfriend who doesn’t listen when you say you don’t want to. NO MEANS NO. It is never a subliminal yes. It doesn’t need redefining. If anything, it needs harsher punishments for rapists.
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Whether you’re a survivor, a woman, a man, it’s something that is important. Every two minutes, someone is sexually assaulted. You never know, you might know someone that was or is being assaulted. Sign this petition to keep them safe, yourself, and to honor your friends or family that have survived through it or been taken away because of it.
I just woke up! But that’s not interesting so…
I have six things on my walls.
I have a poster of London that’s a view of Big Ben, a double decker bus and a phone booth.
A metal hanging that is fashioned like an old time London stamp.
A wall decal silohuette of London including Parliment, Big Ben and the Eye.
A cork board with pictures of me and my friends plus my playbill from RENT.
A shadowbox with Chinese detail and the symbol for Peace. And another hanging that’s an old style microphone that says “Music is what feelings sound like”.
I have six scars.
Two scratches from my cat on my nose and through my lip that are really thin and have faded and are barely noticeable.
One from when I was attacked, on my torso.
One on my leg from a thick splinter.
One on my foot from where my sister dropped a glass on it when I was little.
And tonight I burned my my hand beneath my thumb while making dinner and I can tell it’s going to scar.
(Assuming this is for the hearts-for-facts thing:)
I hate having to wash my sheets ‘cause I haaaaaaaaaate making my bed. I have a feather bed that makes it really difficult to get the sheets on properly. It takes 15 minutes to make the bed and makes my back hurt. (And I just had to do it so the rage is still fresh)
Candice! Lmao. I’m not that interesting that I have six facts xD
I MISS YOU. That’s my fact.
But for real: My thoughts generally have an English accent xD
Three! Eep.
Hello lovely anon person.
I’ve wanted to be a make-up artist since I was 10.
Technically you sent these before I posted, but I’m going to still post two facts!