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“Fine. Let’s say that people should take personal responsibility. Why is it the women that are charged with doing so? Why aren’t we telling men not to get too drunk in case they don’t quite realise that a woman’s saying no to sex? Why aren’t we telling men to listen to what women say? Why aren’t we telling men that no matter what a woman’s wearing, how much she’s had sex in the past, how drunk she is, whether she’s in a relationship or not, she always, always, has the right to say no to sex? Yeah, let’s promote personal responsibility. Let’s teach men to take responsibility when it comes to, I don’t know, NOT RAPING.”
—Always wear a seatbelt? « Her sins were scarlet, but her blog was Red. (via creatrixtiara)
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Giving in to love
And sharing my time
Letting someone into my misery
I told it all step by step
How I landed on the island
And how I swim across the sea
And it crosses my mind
That I may wait to a knife from you
No more breath in my hair
Or ladies underwear
Tossed up over the alarm clock
Blood dripping from the bed
To a neatly written poem
Heartfelt last line reading
There is no more mystery
Is it going to happen, my love?
There is no more mystery
Is it going to happen, my love?
It’s all in my head, she said
Morning after nightmare
You’re building a wall, she said
Higher than the both of us
So try living life instead of hiding in the bedroom
Show me a smile and I’ll promise not to leave you
It happened under a rainy cloud
Passing through the dark South
We went into a big house
And slept in a small bed
I didn’t know you then
As well as you love me
We talked about side lines
And we went our separate ways
And we went off separately
I found your overseas souveniers
Holiday greeting cards
Those long forgotten high school fears
It’s all in my head I said
Banging on the piano
I’ve not been so along
The thoughts kicking in the womb
I drank so much tea
I wrote my letters in ghangis
Around the block I walked and walked
Pretending you were with me
And I’m wanting to die out here
Without you
The hurting never ends
Like birthdays and old friends we forget
That this flesh, blood and bone, is human
Trading phone lines
Trading lines
Unwilling to face
That love is found on the inside
Not the outside
And like a medicine bottle
In the cabinet
I’ll keep you
And like a medicine bottle
In my hand
I will hold you
And swallow you slowly
As to last me a lifetime
Without holding too tight
I do not want to lose
The thrill that it gives me
To look out from my window
Scald the houses
From my world in my bedroom
It’s all in his head, she read
In a girlfriend’s self-help book
It’s all ‘cause he’s making a war with himself
Like two sides with a wall
That separates two countries
He shuts out the world he once knew
Only to love you
And I’m wanting to die out here
Without you
Not wanting to die out here
Without you
