girls and guns by petra collins: Kate Goheen's Story
Hello Ladies,
I am writing this to you with extreme urgency.
My friend Kate was raped this past summer on August 28th, 2011. On October 11th she was given a verdict on her case -she was told that it was her rapists word against hers and he was found ‘not guilty’. I am writing this to you…
NO MEANS NO
“No,” means no. ”It’s never gonna happen,” means no. Not responding to your messages means no. ”Please leave me alone,” means no. ”There is no chance of anything ever happening between us,” means no. ”That’s inappropriate, and I don’t appreciate that” means no. ”If you talk to me again, I’m gonna call the school authorities,” means NO. NO NO NO NO NO!!
The Meaning of the Blues
Loving someone so much, you talk to the person even when they’re not there.
Like, lying in your bed alone, saying “Good morning. I love you,” even though he can’t hear you.
Being with someone else and knowing that person will never be what he was to you.
Finding lyrics in every song that remind you of him.
Feeling anger towards yourself for letting him go.
Wearing the ring he gave you every day.
Seeing someone’s kid and seeing your dreams of having kids with him slip away.
Watching your friend get married before you do.
Spending the weekends in your friends’ beds, because it kills you to sleep alone.
Listening to Mariah Carey and eating chocolate ice-cream.
Sitting at a computer at school, bawling your eyes out…
… and then wearing sunglasses to your rehearsal to hide the fact that you were crying.
Praying for him at church.
Praying to God that you’ll be together someday… but more importantly that he finds peace where he is.
Guilt.
Going through every day living your dream, surrounded by great friends, but feeling an underlying sorrow through it all.
.
This is why I’m a great singer.
You came into my life, loved me, made me stronger, and basically ruined my chances of being with somebody else. Because now I respect myself too much to put up with somebody else’s bullshit, and I don’t think I’ll find anyone quite like you.
Whenever I feel alone,
I remember that someone saw me for who I truly was and loved me for it, and then I LAUGH because I feel BAD the people who are missing out on how fucking dope I am.
Gorgeous Pink
I don’t understand why people sometimes think they have the right to dictate what other people should look like. This is my body, and I’m not here to be gorgeous for you. I’m tired of people telling me I looked better when I had longer, darker hair. I’m tired of people looking through my photos and telling me they think I looked better before, and that I should go back to the way things were. I made myself this way for a reason. If these people saw someone wearing an ugly t-shirt, they probably wouldn’t say shit, but when it comes to my hair, they think it’s okay to comment. It’s just as rude.
Mostly it’s been guys commenting about my hair. Should I apologize for styling myself in a way that you don’t find sexy? Do you think that because I don’t look like a stereotypical, naturally-coloured, long-haired female that you have the right to tell me that I need to change? What I wanna know is, what makes you think you have the right to say something about my image? If I were to change something, it would be for YOUR benefit, not mine.
Think about it.
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