Life goal: find someone who looks at me the same way Leonardo DiCaprio looks at his love interests in his movies. That is all.
what horrible trauma in britain’s past led them to think this is breakfast
A full English/Scottish breakfast is the most beautiful thing in the world. I pray to god it wasn’t an american that wrote this post because with their revolting processed food, high rates of obesity (and stupidity) and their complete lack of relevant culture. They have no right to judge anyone.
Americans have bacon and syrup.
BACON AND SYRUP.
Granted it’s delicious, but it blows any English breakfast weirdness out the park.
I know rapists are an abnormal species of men.
I know in my head that not all men I see or talk to are imagining what it would be like to kiss me or touch me.
But in my heart I can’t help feel that they actually are.
Once I know a guy, or if they have girlfriends, I don’t really feel this way. Illogical, I know. But going from experience I can’t help see every guy I meet as a threat.
It’s the man at the St Lucian street party who thought it was ok to put his hand up my dress and grope my ass when I was 12.
It’s the bully in math class who thought it was ok to force his hand down my underwear until I pushed him off his chair when I was 13.
It’s the orthodontic photographer who thought it was ok to squeeze my leg between his thighs and rub himself off when I was 16.
It’s the sober singer who thought it was ok to pull me, half passed out, behind a bar and make me give him a hand job when I was 19.
It’s the ex’s brother who saw I was drunk in his bar so kept trying to kiss me and force me into a taxi to his house when I was 20.
It’s the guy I thought I could trust who thought it was ok hold me into a corner and stick his tongue down my throat no matter how hard I kicked and pulled and tried to get away when I was 22.
And the bouncers who let him back inside after I told them what had happened and begged them not too.
It’s the guy my friend met in a bar who thought it was ok to pull me into a box room, try to lock me in and then rape me until I couldn’t speak for screaming and couldn’t see for tears on my 21st birthday.
And the police who found me half naked and crying, lost in the middle of the road, who asked me how much I’d had to drink and if I’d flirted.
And all the other people who saw what was happening each time and just stood there.
And all the people I confide in who still make rape jokes.
It’s the fact I read through this, saw a few mentions of bars and drink, instantly blamed myself and thought I should edit it out.
I can’t help it. I’m nervous around guys because I can’t stop thinking that they see me as just a piece of meat.
I’m always just waiting for the next one.
And there will be. I know it.
francoholism asked: The /g/ sound in Maggie exists in Egyptian Arabic. If you want to represent that sound in other parts of the Arab world you would use this letter غ so instead of ماجي you could write ماغي. I hope this helps :)
Thanks a lot, I’ll keep that in mind :)
I want it true to Egyptian Arabic as I’m 1/4 Egyptian, but all my family on that side have passed away. I only have two Arabic speaking friends to ask and they’re from Tunisia and Bahrain so didn’t know about the /g/ in Egyptian Arabic.
With it being in a language tributing my heritage it’s very important to me to get it right!!
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