Fleuri-anne Violet

Fleuri-anne Violet, 24 yo Uni student in Amsterdam

My darling, you are allowed to fail without being a failure. You are allowed to make mistakes without becoming one. More opportunities will present themselves, you will find hope again.

caninotexsistforawhile:

silent-suicides:

thedarkchocolatedandy:

sxeman69:

but then again, its kind like putting a meat suit on and telling a shark not to eat you

We (men) are not fucking sharks!
We are not rabid animals living off of pure instinct
We are capable of rational thinking and understanding. 
Just because someone is cooking food doesn’t mean you’re entitled to eat it. 
Just because a banker is counting money doesn’t mean you’re being given free money.
Just because a person is naked doesn’t mean you’re entitled to fuck them. 
You are not entitled to someone else’s body just because it’s exposed. 
What is so fucking difficult about this concept?

How can you not reblog something like this

Boom

caninotexsistforawhile:

silent-suicides:

thedarkchocolatedandy:

sxeman69:

but then again, its kind like putting a meat suit on and telling a shark not to eat you

We (men) are not fucking sharks!

We are not rabid animals living off of pure instinct

We are capable of rational thinking and understanding. 

Just because someone is cooking food doesn’t mean you’re entitled to eat it. 

Just because a banker is counting money doesn’t mean you’re being given free money.

Just because a person is naked doesn’t mean you’re entitled to fuck them. 

You are not entitled to someone else’s body just because it’s exposed. 

What is so fucking difficult about this concept?

How can you not reblog something like this

Boom

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Hidden Ballroom

—Silvia

hiddenballroom:

Here’s a Saturday evening song I’ve just recorded. 

I have tried so many times to write songs. It hasn’t happened for me yet. I wish I could write something like this by Marissa Nadler.

I met you in the belly of a wicked rhyme

and read all your letters I could find

Oh, so so beautiful.

I don’t even really know what I want to write about, I just know that I need to write because it helps me. I can breathe more easily when I get shit out of my system. I’ve been dealing with anxiety for years and I’m finally trying this thing where I attempt not to fight it but just go with it? It’s difficult because I’m so used to fighting it, I go into auto-mode. I feel quite good at the moment though but am afraid to hope that that’ll last very long? I would like to look into CBT but the thought of it is giving me anxiety, HA, the irony.

Women are afraid of meeting a serial killer. Men are afraid of meeting someone fat.

When Strangers Click, a 2011 documentary about online dating.

It reminds me of that famous Margaret Atwood quote: “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” It also reminds me of something written by one of the mods of Sex Worker Problems: “Misandry irritates. Misogyny kills.”

I mean, it’s just true.

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“Misandry irritates. Misogyny kills.”

That’s it.  That’s it right there.

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I was standing in my bathroom last night, looking at myself in the mirror, and I just started weeping. I started weeping because I’m bursting with piled up shit. I have so much anger and sadness inside of me and I keep it all in because I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes or make anyone feel uncomfortable. But it is sucking the life out of me. It is making me fucking depressed and I’m over it. I don’t know what I need to do but I’m going to try it all: I will scream, write, sing, cry, curse, speak up, be loud, complain, mope, be smart, ask questions. I am fucking exhausted with censoring myself and trying to make people happy. I’M OVER IT.