so i’m in my room last night talking with ashley, but i was on my bed upside down being goofy because i was fucked out of my mind. this guy come sin and ashley peaces out to go get another drink and this fucker starts making out with me and trying to put his hands down my pants.
like excuse me fucker, did I say you could touch me inappropriately?
so ashley came back and I knocked that motherfucker to the ground.
I mean yes, I was drunk, but i was definitely saying no and trying to get away. that is how rape starts. just because i am drunk does not mean i am easy, or that i won’t remember anything in the morning.
and for the record fucker, you were a sloppy fucking kisser and i had to wipe my mouth after because of all the saliva.
“I watched a girl in a sundress kiss another girl on a park bench, and just as the sunlight spilled perfectly onto both of their hair, I thought to myself: ‘How bravely beautiful it is, that sometimes, the sea wants the city, even when it has been told its entire life it was meant for the shore.’”—Christopher Poindexter (via steftastic)