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This is the rape joke:
My best friend was four years old the first time his father came into his room at midnight and tore out his throat. He still has days when I cannot hold him because the memory of a bleeding trachea haunts his doorway. He has not been home for the holidays in many years, but – even now – hands are seen as weapons.

This is the rape joke:
I have been told by more than twenty people that they have been raped. To all of them, I asked where the rapist was. From none of them, I heard ‘jail.’

This is the rape joke:
Once my brother told me that I was so ugly, I would be a virgin forever. Unless someone raped me. But even they wouldn’t come back for seconds.

This is the rape joke:
I believed him.

This is the rape joke:
I now look at every woman on the street and wonder if the space between her legs is a crime scene, surrounded by ripped caution tape. The statistics tell me that this is so common that I will never be in a room that does not contain a survivor. Not even if I am in that room alone.

This is the rape joke:
I was thirteen years old, and he was supposed to be just a friend.

This is the rape joke:
When his older brother came home, the boy pulled away. He wiped the tears from my face and said ‘we should do this again some time.’

This is the rape joke:
When I finally told my parents, they asked what I had been wearing.

This is the rape joke:
I had been wearing my innocence. My trust. I had worn the love I held for humanity and expected to be treated well. I had never been taught that I would be that girl, the one who keeps a mine of secrets between her legs – that girl was the slut. I wasn’t supposed to be breakable.
What had I been wearing? I wore the rape joke, then I became it.

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This is the Rape Joke | d.a.s

After Lora Mathis’s poem “the Rape Joke

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I went to MIBF yesterday and it was so stressful Fully’s booth was so crammed

well who’s to blame they got 20% off on all titles and that’s like winning the fucking lottery for fuck’s sake for the first time (I think) their prices are lower than NBS’s and NBS’s booth was so lame and boring there weren’t much discounts except for lameass books well who the fuck would ever want a self-help book about getting successful with your religion I think the only thing that’s cool about their booth is that they got rare finds like Fight Club and it was only 400 something there (!!!!!!) that’s a fucking upper right there because the last time I checked Fight CLub was priced around 700 and it was in GLorietta and I was having a hard time because Fully was being such a darling and NBS was so horrendous and I don’t want to add profit to the latter so I ended up warring with the fucking crowds of Fully BOoked’s booth they got Palahniuks and Kerouacs in fact they’re complete except there were so many people that they ran out of fucking stocks I didn’t even get to pick Fight Club also I saw On tHE Road (!!!!!!) but it was the Penguin edition the cover looked so lame so I didn’t buy it and instead I picked up several books like We Were Liars and The Book Thief and Lullaby (I can’t find the Fight Club because apparently they ran out) I even tried to find Aristotle and Dan FYI Aristotle and Dan takes the topspot on the endagered books hierarchy I’ve been to every bookstore in Metro Manila (almost) but every bookstore says they’re out of fucking stock EVERY FUCKING BOOK STORE that’s right well anyway I had my hopes up thinking OH FINALLY IM GONNA HAVE ARISTOTLE AND DANTE DISCOVER THE SECRETS OF THE UNIVERSE RIGHT ON TOP OF MY FUCKING PALMS so I tried my luck and searched for it until I got tired and finally had the sense to ask a staff or something and he said that tHEYRE OUT OF STOCK TOOO !!!!! SINCE DAY ONE!!!!!! AND I WAS IN DAY 3 !!!!!! and so there goes another depressing day of false hopes and broken hearts and so I got more books on my hands like Slaughterhouse Five and more Palahniuks and I thought to myself no I can’t buy all these I have concerts to attend to so I ended up paying for Invisible Monsters and Invisible Monsters only. One. Fucking. Book.

The end

euo:

Dont just fuck me. Love me. 
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First things first: Bastille’s coming to Manila in January 5 2015. Regular price is 4800, but early bird is 3800. Kinda pricey but not bad tbh.

Then it was announced earlier that The 1975’s coming over too. Except the date doesn’t go too far from Bastille’s: January 24. The prices this time range from 1500 to 7500. And considering this will be in MOA Arena (das right a fucking arena) we’d definitely want to be seated as near as possible. Ergo the target price is 7500, which is too fucking much.

I’ve never felt so stressed.