Wake up angry, rub the wrinkles around your eyes. They don’t go away. You’re angry. You’ve been waking up angry for years now. It shows.

There are scratches on your skin where you can’t stand yourself. You brandish them to the world. ‘This is what you have made me.’ This is what the world made you - strong and wild-eyed and built on insecure foundations. This is what the world made you - angry and determined.

You glare at men irately in the street and take up both armrests on public transport. People side-eye you as though you’re unreasonable. A woman sits next to you. She looks tired. You let her have her fair share of the armrest.

Someone opens the door for you on the way to work. You say thank you. They slap your ass as you pass by. You have never wished so vehemently that you could take your words and wrap them around someone’s throat and twist and see their eyes bulge in fright. In your head, they echo what you’re sure you’ve heard leave the mouth of half the female protagonists you’ve ever seen on screen. ‘What are you going to do to me?’

So, you admit it. ‘Do to me.’ I am going to do something to you. You aren’t going to want it. I’m laughing at you, not with you. This is to you, not with you, and certainly not for you. Remember that.

You stop choking them; they fall to the floor. You aren’t sure whether they’re trying to catch their breath because you used force against them or because you stood up for yourself and it actually scared them. Blink: in reality, there was a split second where you decided whether to turn around and say something or to keep walking. You were unsure which would give them power and which would set them straight. They are still staring at your ass as you walk away. You are sure that both of your options would have empowered them, so you may as well have given them a bruise. But you are already gone.

You’ve been waking up angry since you were ten and you saw someone on the news mention women’s rights. What was ‘feminism’, and why did his lip curl when he said it? you wondered, and you searched, and you found red.

You found rape statistics, classroom statistics, boys-are-more-confident-than-girls statistics, why all men want their girlfriends to do anal, why you should please him, mothers taking their daughters to self defence classes, MRA speeches, pro-life opinions, the condescending and harmful thoughts of men before you in chalk on a Google search and the sudden knowledge that it would never hurt a single one of them.

That stranger who commented on Beyoncé’s picture saying exactly what he’d like to do to her will get hired straight out of college. Slack-jawed teachers will jokingly berate their students, preaching ‘boys will be boys’, before frowning pointedly at bare shoulders and skirts above the knee and ‘shouldn’t have risen to the bait’.

When you were ten, you found red, and you’ve never given up red since. Red in your mouth, red in your veins, red in your underwear. Red. Red on your fingernails, red on your lips. You put away nurturing pink and calm blue for another day. Today you wear red.

Road Trip to Recovery

Hey, guys
Myself and three friends are trying to go on a road trip across America early next summer.
We’re taking this trip for multiple reasons, one of them being that we are trying to reunite our friend with his mother, who he has not seen in 8 years. My friend, Gaby, and I both struggle with depression and self harm, among other things. She and I are hoping that this trip will help us see ourselves and our lives in a whole new light.
We’re going to try to video document our progress as we raise the funds, as well as the entire trip, and keep you guys updated on how it’s going.
All four of us are trying to work as much as possible to save up for the trip, but we definitely need help.
I have set up a GoFundMe page, and we would all appreciate ANY kind of donation. Please reblog and spread the word!

Here’s the link to our GoFundMe page!

Pokemon Red
Pokemon Blue
Pokemon Gold
Pokemon Silver
Pokemon Bronze
Pokemon Red Fire
Pokemon Grass Green
Pokemon Ruby Tuesday
Pokemon Safe Fire
Pokemon A B C
Pokemon X Y Z
Pokemon Now I know my A B C’s
Pokemon Dungeon Dice Monsters
Pokemon The Last Airbender
Pokemon of the Galaxy
Pokemon Horror Story: Asylum
Pokemon Horror Story: Coven
Pokemon Horror Story: ….Coven 2
Pokemon Ping Pong
Pokemon Party 
Pokemon Party 8
PokeKart: Double Dash
Pokemon Crunch Wrap Supreme 
Pokemon Cross Dress
Pokemon Fingerblast
Pokemon Facebook Edition
Pokemon Who?
Castlevania 2: Simon’s Quest



  1. Pokemon Red
  2. Pokemon Blue
  3. Pokemon Gold
  4. Pokemon Silver
  5. Pokemon Bronze
  6. Pokemon Red Fire
  7. Pokemon Grass Green
  8. Pokemon Ruby Tuesday
  9. Pokemon Safe Fire
  10. Pokemon A B C
  11. Pokemon X Y Z
  12. Pokemon Now I know my A B C’s
  13. Pokemon Dungeon Dice Monsters
  14. Pokemon The Last Airbender
  15. Pokemon of the Galaxy
  16. Pokemon Horror Story: Asylum
  17. Pokemon Horror Story: Coven
  18. Pokemon Horror Story: ….Coven 2
  19. Pokemon Ping Pong
  20. Pokemon Party 
  21. Pokemon Party 8
  22. PokeKart: Double Dash
  23. Pokemon Crunch Wrap Supreme 
  24. Pokemon Cross Dress
  25. Pokemon Fingerblast
  26. Pokemon Facebook Edition
  27. Pokemon Who?
  28. Castlevania 2: Simon’s Quest

Reblog if your parents have ever:


- pointed out acne
- treated you like a little slave (you get them EVERYTHING)
- made fun of people who you idolize
- made you feel like an outcast
- ever called you a mistake or worthless
- forced you to go to a place where you weren’t comfortable
- made jokes about your weight
- made you cry
- made you break down
- made you feel like you were all alone
If so I’m going to send each and everyone of you a message!


I hate my friends






So my driving instructor texted me, and I was walking so I just typed ‘Ok’ and hit send and then I looked at it and was like WHAT


But as it turns out, my friends are entirely responsible for turning ‘Ok’ into a shortcut. 



but what did your driving instructor say



152,000 people want to know what your teacher responded.