Rape is something so serious.
I don’t even care if I’m “exposing myself”
I’m so fucking done. I just got a text that set me back 6 years ago (screen shot below).
I thought that I’d be done with all this mess. I thought that everything was fine. I’ve moved on. I’m healed. I’m content with life. But how stupid was I to think that someone wouldn’t bring up my situation again?
I was 13 years old. I was new to the area. I was never allowed to play outside where we lived before we moved with anyone. So I thought this freedom was nice. It was a whole new world. I made a mistake. I made the wrong friends. I should have never wanted to make friends, I knew there was a reason why my mom didn’t let me before. I shouldn’t have even tried to fit in. I should have stayed to myself or this wouldn’t have happened. If you’ve never been through this.. you’ll never know how much it hurts to have people blame it on you. Everyone, including your own mother. This is the same situation that made me end up in a psychiatric hospital because I kept having dreams, nightmares, and my mother brought it up again, about 3-4 years ago and said “Well, you asked for it.” This is what she believes. This is what she’ll continue to believe and she told me that her opinion on that isn’t going to change. You’ll never know how horrible you’ll feel whenever you start to talk to a new person, years after it happens, and you know that telling them you got raped is pretty much a make it or break it moment. Do you even know how horrible it feels to know while you’re getting raped, someone you call your best friend SITS and watches it happen. Better yet, calls you the next day and says “Omg you’re not a virgin anymore!” Do you know how bad? Do you even know how many suicide thoughts you’ll get because of one night? I’ve contemplated killing myself many times. I wonder why I just didn’t do it and get it over with. I wouldn’t be going through this right now.
I’ve always been known to be strong. I’m strong in everyone’s eyes. Absolutely no one expects me to be weak. I’ve never been depressed before. I never cry. I never allow myself to show one ounce of weakness. Everyone depends on me to be strong for them, for myself. Well, I think I’m almost done being strong.
my mom was pulling into a parking space today and she asked “am i relatively straight?” and i said “i think that’s something you need to decide for yourself” and she told me to walk home
If you dare, Shonda try to make Olake work next year. You will lose the fandom. Not a threat…a fact cause that is so fucking weak.
“What is your favourite scene with Kerry Washington? Do you have a favourite scene from Scandal thus far?”
It was a great scene.
Ok, two things:
1) His use of the word “us” is so intimate. I know it seems ordinary because it’s technically grammatically correct, but it just feels…I don’t know…intimate. It seems obvious that he’s not talking about them just as scene partners. He’s right, that scene was very special because for them there was no music. Just them.
2) His pauses and the things he decides not to say are very telling. I swear this man struggles to hold it all back sometimes. Soon, boo,
He can’t even get his words together. This is amazing.
All I’m gonna say is.. Shonda and the writers better come up with a bad ass, jaw dropping, heart pounding story line for Harrison and his back story. I will be disappointed if they come up with some lame ass story. They’re making us wait this long, have something to show for it. Make it worth the wait. I ain’t even playing, Shonda.
“My wife said, ‘Why don’t you bring some of that home?’” the actor recalls of his wife’s reaction to the steamy onscreen romp
Now that’s a wife who’s comfortable in her marriage. She trusts her man. Jane and Tony on the other hand…. hmmm.