A handy visual metaphor for rape culture.
Anon asks are for pussies.
Seriously, if you send anon asks, telling me how you’d use my holes, you’re full of shit. If you don’t have the balls to say it off of anon, then you certainly don’t have the balls to do it. The only worse thing than a woman is a pussy ass man.
Preach.
Is it bad that I’m sitting beside my best friend, looking at tumblr porn and getting horny?
It’s terrible. Awful. Trashy and uncouth. Dirty to the point of excess.
Please, continue.
I don’t do this to you because you consented to it. I don’t do it because it gets us off. I don’t do it to be transgressive. I don’t even do it because you deserve it. All those conditions are true, but they’re entirely secondary.
I do it because your love makes me weak, and I hate you for it… you beautiful, stupid cunt.
Nothing about you is sacred. There is nothing I won’t paw through, no weakness I won’t exploit, no pain I’m unwilling to see burn its way through your flesh and mind. You are a line that only exists to be crossed.
Filthy fucking cunt.
It’s time to teach this dumb cunt the difference between plural and possessive.
I love watching Lexi Belle get slapped around and fucked. It’s like watching someone molest a magic pixie.
Instructional films were much more exciting in the ‘70s.
It’s so romantic when a man brings his new lady home for the first time.
This is what happens to girls who call me “asshole” one too many times.