This has actually succeeded in cheering me up a bit.

This has actually succeeded in cheering me up a bit.

(Source: akingdombyth3s3a, via mattgoudreau)

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UPDATE ON PREVIOUS POST.

Because tinder informed me that we have three mutual Facebook friends, I’ve now managed to track him down on Facebook, twitter, instagram and this very site.

I swear to fucking god he wants to run.

The police even got his DNA off me that night, when they found me half dressed and crying in the middle of the street.

I can’t even believe he just got to get on with his life. He has friends, tumblr fans, twitter followers.

All these people, talking to him with no idea of the monster he really is.

I can barely even function. I think I’m in shock.

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magical-whimsical asked: Hey are you okay? X

Not particularly.

I can’t decide what to do first. Throw up, cry or burn my phone.

Seriously. It didn’t even cross my mind that that would happen.

We have three mutual friends according to Facebook. Even the guy I called that night to help me is friends with him.

I literally don’t know what to do with myself.

Thank you for the message. I think it’s helped me calm down a bit.

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You know when you’re just flicking through tinder and suddenly your fucking rapist pops up…

AYE FUCKING THAT ONE.

I THINK I’M GOING TO DIE I CANT FUCKING BREATE SOMEONE COME ROUND MY HOUSE WITH A PAPER BAG FOR ME TO BREATE INTO BEFORE I HYPERVENTILATE.

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(Source: jumboburrito, via sprogann)

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(Source: ridge, via spoll)

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rawr-its-michelle:

i never hit reblog so fast in my life

(Source: a-torv, via sprogann)

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You know what I just realised?

mattgoudreau:

todaysonfire:

I’ve only ever had one sober first kiss in my entire life.

I’ve had, like, a hundred drunken kisses and first kisses but only one sober first kiss. And we were 16 and already “going out” at the time so that barely even counts.

Even for my first kiss ever I was totally wasted.

…I feel like I’m missing out on something amazing now.


Someone come kiss me.

Is there a sign up sheet to volunteer? Orrr hahah

Hahaha sure but it might be a bit hard to stretch ourselves over the Atlantic.

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turnsmyworldtostone:

pockets full of stone on Flickr.

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