I am 21 years old with an undying passion for people, food, the outdoors, photography, and happiness. I know that all of these can't always fit into my life like I want them to, but life is still lovely. :) Themes to search: outdoors, coffee, tea, fashion, food, tattoos... Search "my faves" to figure out all the things I love. Happy days, KK
I hate how people have such low standards about dates these days. Netflix and cuddling the perfect date? Really? Go out to dinner to a nice restaurant, take extra time to dress up for your date. Try to impress each other. Go stargaze on a pier, bike through a cute town, I don’t know do something besides lay around! Love yourself, and take pride in your appearance. Life is too short to live and date like a slug.
In San Francisco last year, a man stabbed a woman in the face and arm after she didn’t respond positively to his sexually harassing her on the street.
In Bradenton, Fla., a man shot a high school senior to death after she and her friends refused to perform oral sex at his request.
In Chicago, a scared 15-year-old was hit by a car and died after she tried escaping from harassers on a bus.
Again, in Chicago, a man grabbed a 19-year-old walking on a public thoroughfare, pulled her onto a gangway and assaulted her.
In Savannah, Georgia, a woman was walking alone at night and three men approached her. She ignored them, but they pushed her to the ground and sexually assaulted her.
In Manhattan, a 29-year-old pregnant woman was killed when men catcalling from a van drove onto the sidewalk and hit her and her friend.
Last week, a runner in California — a woman — was stopped and asked, by a strange man in a car, if she wanted a ride. When she declined he ran her over twice.
FUCK YOU if you think that street harassment is a “compliment” or “no big deal” or that it’s “irrational” of us to be afraid because “what’s actually gonna happen.” Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you some more.
Whisking gallons of double cream in a bowl as big as a baby elephant and lifting heavy machinery meant that my right bicep was soon much bigger than my left one. I mentioned this once to a colleague who replied, ‘Oh, that’s nothing. Just wait until your sleeve stops fitting on one arm and you have to buy a bigger size to accommodate it.’