I started the countdown for how much longer it’ll be until I’m home again at 13 hours when I got on the train this morning. And now I’m very excited that home is only 15 minutes away.

I managed to lose my glasses this morning. There is nothing worse than trying to find glasses when you can’t see yourself

I got dressed in a hurry and I put on a blue top and blue jeans and then Jackson started calling me a smurf

I bent down to pick something up and I could see the guy next to me looking down my top and then he found it necessary to give me a cheeky grin when I got up.
No. That’s creepy. Please don’t do that.

I got my parking spot for the first time since my new neighbours moved in. I’m actually far more excited than I should be but part of it is because I went grocery shopping and there’s no way in hell I’d be able to get everything inside without crying if I had to park a block away like what usually happens

I don’t want to… Oh I’m already at work


i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new


ee cummings
… I like my body when it is with your
body… (via theoncomingfez)

(Source: jayjayofcourse, via theoncomingfez)

I’m torn between wanting food and getting out of my car because it’s starting to rain.

My phone software is updating. I don’t have the patience for this.

I cleaned out a section of my wardrobe for Jackson. This is about as good as a girlfriend as I’ll ever be.

Actually no, I take that back. I feel even crappier about mine since I have 25 contact hours a week and three major clashes all to do with the only subject I really want to do this semester

As bad as I may feel about my subject time table, I haven’t got it anywhere near as bad as my friend who had uni for three hours a day, 5 days a week.

I’m going to be such a pissed off bitch tonight, I can feel it.

80% of my phone contacts are work related. This makes me a little bit sad


The fact is, a 14-year-old girl may be capable of agreeing to sex with a 49-year-old man, but she doesn’t have the emotional and mental maturity to consent. I was 25 before I realized that every man I’d slept with as a teenager was a pedophile. It seemed to me that since I’d courted the attention, that I was fully culpable. What teenager believes she is not mentally or emotionally capable of full consent? I thought I was an adult, although when I look at the picture of myself from the time period above, I see a child.

I thought I was the exception for these men, the girl so precocious and advanced that it superseded social norms. I thought that I was “older than my chronological age.”

It never occurred to me as a young sexually active teen that the adult men I had relationships with may have been manipulating me, that they had designs and motives I couldn’t see from my limited child’s perspective.


Emily, XOJANE, "The Myth of the Teenage Temptress, or Why a Young Girl Can Not Consent to Sex with an Adult Man"

Everyone should read this article if they haven’t already. The anecdotes are upsetting and carry major TW (pedophilia, graphic depictions of sex), but the message is just so on point. 

(via graculus)

(Source: owning-my-truth, via emma-soup)