exactly 24 hours ago, it happened. and i can’t think about it without feeling naked and feeling a sudden wave of disgust run through my body. you were like a father to me, how could you touch me that way? it’s going to haunt me for the rest of my fucking life. I can’t escape it, can I? I’m never going to forget the texture of your rough touch on my bare skin. I can’t sleep, I’m too terrified that I’ll feel your breath on my wrist. How did I ever let this happen?
When I meet a friend’s friend and they leave us alone together
before tumblr i was spending the same amount of time on the computer but i seriously cannot recall what i was doing
today i’ve been seeing a lot of “someone had something wonderful happen to them today” posts on tumblr. but not a single “someone got raped today” post. i think that’s important because we live our ordinary lives not taking into consideration the fact there is someone, somewhere that is suffering right now.
He literally lives his life as if Drake and Josh never ended.
NO PETTING, ONLY MURDER
Clumsy, adorable murder
IT’S SO FLUFFY AND SWATTY AND ROLLY AND PERFECT I CAN’T HANDLE THIS OH GOODNESS HELP ME
I need 20
Stretches that improve different aspects of your body.
i hate lower pain pain. bless this.