PeaceLoveHappiness

Hey! I don't really know what to say here.. My name's Alexandria but people call my Ally. I'm from upstate New York and I'm 17. If you have any questions or need someone to talk to my ask is always open:)<3

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yup, that’s me!

34 seconds ago on August 21st, 2014 | J | 28,177 notes

vincentvangoth:

me n my clique

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valiantfortunecookie:

I knew of you before I had a clue.
It’s as if I felt the warmth of your illuminating rays so I could fight towards the day we met. The riverbed of my heart was approaching it’s final days and stopped longing for the flooding of love. My eyes, drowned by the dark skies lost sight of the flickering dreams and were submerged by defeat. But life continued to fight within my heart because here, the sight of hope was never forgotten. My faith was feeling shaken so doubt always seemed to take the lead. 
You were late but for me you couldn’t have been on time any sooner. Your beautiful clear skies filled every shadow within me with light and set all the doubt free. Your warmth was the spark that allowed the river to meander through it’s hopes, dreams, and faith. You are the Sun that the liberated bird wants to feel on it wings.
You are the Sun who revived the dried up fields of my heart. 
You are the Sun my eyes fancy and the sun my souls wants to feel united with.

valiantfortunecookie:

I knew of you before I had a clue.
It’s as if I felt the warmth of your illuminating rays so I could fight towards the day we met. The riverbed of my heart was approaching it’s final days and stopped longing for the flooding of love. My eyes, drowned by the dark skies lost sight of the flickering dreams and were submerged by defeat. But life continued to fight within my heart because here, the sight of hope was never forgotten. My faith was feeling shaken so doubt always seemed to take the lead.
You were late but for me you couldn’t have been on time any sooner. Your beautiful clear skies filled every shadow within me with light and set all the doubt free. Your warmth was the spark that allowed the river to meander through it’s hopes, dreams, and faith. You are the Sun that the liberated bird wants to feel on it wings.
You are the Sun who revived the dried up fields of my heart.
You are the Sun my eyes fancy and the sun my souls wants to feel united with.

9 minutes ago on August 21st, 2014 | J | 2 notes

bullied:

too hot for ugly people too ugly for hot people

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blacklistecl:

it’s 2.30 am time to get started on homework

4 hours ago on August 21st, 2014 | J | 22,946 notes
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It’s Monday. I’m going home at 6pm and a middle aged man and a teenage boy are the only people left on the bus with me. I consider the fact that because the driver is also a man I am the only person left on the bus with the correct genetic makeup for boobs. I’m automatically scared, scared because of my own anatomy. I wonder how old I was when I realized that my own body was going to be the cause of the constant anxiety and fear I feel in situations like this. I get off at the last stop and the older man smiles at me while following me up the street. His smile drips, drips, drips and my heart is pounding, pounding, pounding. He turns off down another road, but I run the rest of the way home.

Not all men.

I’m at home on a Tuesday, beginning to plan the travels I want to go on next year. I dream of wandering the streets and meeting strangers. I just can’t wait to escape the city I’ve lived in for 17 long years. But… my mum is hesitant. She’s forever worried about the danger that being a young girl traveling alone can bring. I’ll be alone and she’s scared. Surely I’m invincible. I feel invincible. But I know, I know this danger is real and I can’t help but think to myself, if I feel unsafe in my own city, how am i going to feel in a strange place with strange men who don’t speak the same language as me? If I was my brother planning this, I would probably just be wondering if European girls are going to be hot.

Not all men.

Wednesday is a beautiful sunny day but I’ve always been told that I don’t have a “nice enough body” to wear a bikini on the beach. Ever since I was 6 years old I’ve thought that having tummy fat was ugly. That skin that doesn’t have a perfectly golden glow is undesirable. I amble to a clear patch of sand in my one piece and I can feel pairs of eyes latching onto me. Hairy men in speedos who I don’t look twice at eat into my body with their stares. I’m a piece of meat. I am a piece of meat? I am here for their amusement. Please don’t let me be eaten alive.

Not all men.

Thursday night two friends and I are walking to our god damn school dance when we hear “Jesus look at you! You sluts heading to a pole?” These words snarl out of the mouth of a respectably dressed man and we stop in horror. Shivers roll up my back in fear. It’s dark. We are alone. What. Do. We. Do??? One of us pulls the finger back. I can never be sure how quickly a sexist man can get angry so we walk quickly away. We’re angry, so so angry. But also so… deflated. I wonder if we deserve this shame.

Not all men.

Sitting on the internet, Friday night and scrolling down my Facebook newsfeed:

“Haha, good job at the game today bro. You RAPED them!”
“Damn with tits like that, you’re asking for it :P”

Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…

I’m shrinking and shrinking and shrinking and I want to CRY because these boys don’t realize how small they make me feel with just pressing a few keys. I see these boys on the streets, I talk to these boys, I laugh with these boys. Dear GOD, dear GOD i hope these boys don’t think actions speak louder than words…

Not all men.

Three rules that have been drilled into me since I was young run through my mind at 1.30am on a Satur… Sunday Morning:

-Don’t ever talk to strange men
-Don’t ever be alone at night in a strange place
-Don’t ever get into a car with a stranger

I break all 3 of these laws as I pull open the taxi door. Making light conversation with the driver, he doesn’t see my sweaty hand clutching the small pocket knife I keep hidden on me at all times. He doesn’t even realize the fear I feel at his mere presence. He cannot comprehend it, he never will. How easy would this 15 minute car ride be if I was born a boy?

Not all men.

It comes to Sunday, another snoozy, sleepy, Sunday and someone has the AUDACITY to tell me not all men are rapists. I say nothing.

I’m a 17 year old girl.
When I am walking alone and it’s dark, it’s all men.
When I am in a car with a man I don’t know well, it’s all men.
When men drunkenly leer at me on the streets, it’s all men.
When a boy won’t leave me alone at a party, it’s all men.

Not all men are rapists. But for a young girl like me? Every one of them has the potential to be.

Not.
All.
Men.

a piece i wrote for an english assignment about my personal experiences with rape culture, in particular with the saying “not all men” which i know has been makin a lot of controversy on the internet recently! idk just wanted to share (via trueho)

I am almost in tears because this hit me so hard

(via badgorlbribri)

4 hours ago on August 21st, 2014 | J | 72,970 notes

teamrocketing:

my last words will probably be sarcastic

4 hours ago on August 21st, 2014 | J | 135,892 notes

justwestofweird:

radio-freedunmovin:

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yaddy123:

This is everything.

My favorite part is that Bart literally became Homer.

My favorite part is that Lisa became bisexual and eventually married Millhouse. Or the Jenda and Bart separation part.

Actually the best part is that in the entire series Maggie says like one-two words. And in her solo Christmas card she’s the “voice of her generation”

4 hours ago on August 21st, 2014 | J | 418,527 notes

magicul:

do you ever get really motivated to do something and you get really excited about it and then when you get home you’re just like nah

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adambloghart:

artaeologist:

there are five frogs staring at me right now

but only one can be america’s next top model

4 hours ago on August 21st, 2014 | J | 441,787 notes

Ferguson from my TL- August 18 (2/3)

whitegirlsaintshit:

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Ways you can help:

https://twitter.com/SheSeauxSaditty

http://afro-dykey.tumblr.com/post/95096989345/things-you-can-do-for-ferguson

https://www.change.org/p/president-barack-obama-please-enact-new-federal-laws-to-protect-citizens-from-police-violence-and-misconduct

chaos.

4 hours ago on August 21st, 2014 | J | 53,216 notes
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