All I want is for it to be next Spring so my boyfriend can start building our house and I can start dreaming of my future rescue farm.

ichthyologee:

this is too real

ichthyologee:

this is too real

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toxicwinner:

the smarter u are the more men arent funny 

Being alone is like being in total darkness.
Blind.
And, I’d rather be there than in the warm embrace of the light, because eventually you start to see again in that total darkness.
But, you don’t see what only light can show you, you get to see what darkness can show you.
Something beyond reality. Something deeper.

Source: jenn satsune

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”A common method used to dispose of unwanted male chicks is grinding them up alive. This method can result in unspeakable horrors as a research scientist described, “Even after twenty seconds, there were only partly damaged animals with whole skulls”, fully conscious chicks were partially ground up. Eyewitness accounts at commercial hatcheries indicate similar horrors with chicks …being slowly dismembered on augers carrying them towards a trash bin or manure spreader.”

”A common method used to dispose of unwanted male chicks is grinding them up alive. This method can result in unspeakable horrors as a research scientist described, “Even after twenty seconds, there were only partly damaged animals with whole skulls”, fully conscious chicks were partially ground up. Eyewitness accounts at commercial hatcheries indicate similar horrors with chicks …being slowly dismembered on augers carrying them towards a trash bin or manure spreader.”

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whitegirlsaintshit:

thepeoplesrecord:

Columbia student will carry her mattress until her rapist exits school
September 2, 2014

While most students at Columbia University will spend the first day of classes carrying backpacks and books, Emma Sulkowicz will start her semester on Tuesday with a far heavier burden. The senior plans on carrying an extra-long, twin-size mattress across the quad and through each New York City building – to every class, every day – until the man she says raped her moves off campus.

“I was raped in my own bed,” Sulkowicz told me the other day, as she was gearing up to head back to school in this, the year American colleges are finally, supposedly, ready to do something about sexual assault. “I could have taken my pillow, but I want people to see how it weighs down a person to be ignored by the school administration and harassed by police.”

Sulkowicz is one of three women who made complaints to Columbia against the same fellow senior, who was found “not responsible” in all three cases. She also filed a police report, but Sulkowicz was treated abysmally – by the cops, and by a Columbia disciplinary panel so uneducated about the scourge of campus violence that one panelist asked how it was possible to be anally raped without lubrication.

So Sulkowicz joined a federal complaint in April over Columbia’s mishandling of sexual misconduct cases, and she will will hoist that mattress on her shoulders as part savvy activism, part performance art. “The administration can end the piece, by expelling him,” she says, “or he can, by leaving campus.”

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As painful as I know the constant reminder of attending school with her rapist must be, I’m glad she won’t be the only one forced to remember. I hope the rapist drops out immediately…or better yet, I hope he faces the justice he deserves. 

Where is the rapist’s information? why is his identity being withheld?

People often mistake women’s tears for defeat, for weakness. Hers were not tears of surrender, but tears for the injustice of the world.

Source: Sandra Cisneros, Caramelo

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