Anonymous asked: Last night, after a date with a boy I've known for my whole life, the inside of my thighs were stroke with a hand that belonged to a mouth that all but sang, "I paid for coffee. You can make it up to me now." Two hours ago, I came home from the hospital with my right hand in a cast from crushing it against his jaw. I'm also grounded for a month because apparently when you're fifteen and no sounds like yes, it's still improper to fight. I've never felt better.
YOU FUCKING GO
YOU FUCKING CRUSH HIS FUCKING DUMBASS HEAD IN IF HE EVER TRIES TO TOUCH YOU AGAIN AND DON’T YOU APOLOGIZE TO NOBODY FOR IT.
YOU ARE SO STRONG.
YOU ARE SO BRAVE.
YOU DO NOT TAKE THAT FUCKING VICTIM-BLAMING BULLSHIT FROM NOBODY, Y’HEAR?
YOU ARE MY GODDAMN SPIRIT ANIMAL.