I'm Deeds.
I'll be yelling I don't give a fuck til I die.
Bottle of rum to my mouth, middle finger in the air.
I'll party til it's over if I feel like it.
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You need to understand that I’ll never be the girl that begs you to stay. If you decide to walk out of my life, I might be sad for a little while but know that I’ll never chase you. I’ll just let you go. By Midnight thoughts (I may love you, but i’ll never need you)

And I’ll be quite honest…

I’ve given up on finding love.
Lingering for
The sweet nectar of your kisses.
The innocence behind your eyes.
The desires of your flesh.


I’m done searching for the only human who might make me understand that this world is a disgusting fucked up place…


But worth living in…

I’m all about loving myself and not giving a flying motherfuck what anyone else thinks. If I wanna be sexy, I will. If I wanna walk around in PJs for a week, I will. If I wanna get so drunk I become belligerent, I will. It’s my life, I’ll wreck this motherfucker if I want to. What have you done so great lately?

I’m all about loving myself and not giving a flying motherfuck what anyone else thinks. If I wanna be sexy, I will. If I wanna walk around in PJs for a week, I will. If I wanna get so drunk I become belligerent, I will. It’s my life, I’ll wreck this motherfucker if I want to. What have you done so great lately?

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This is the rape joke:
My best friend was four years old the first time his father came into his room at midnight and tore out his throat. He still has days when I cannot hold him because the memory of a bleeding trachea haunts his doorway. He has not been home for the holidays in many years, but – even now – hands are seen as weapons.

This is the rape joke:
I have been told by more than twenty people that they have been raped. To all of them, I asked where the rapist was. From none of them, I heard ‘jail.’

This is the rape joke:
Once my brother told me that I was so ugly, I would be a virgin forever. Unless someone raped me. But even they wouldn’t come back for seconds.

This is the rape joke:
I believed him.

This is the rape joke:
I now look at every woman on the street and wonder if the space between her legs is a crime scene, surrounded by ripped caution tape. The statistics tell me that this is so common that I will never be in a room that does not contain a survivor. Not even if I am in that room alone.

This is the rape joke:
I was thirteen years old, and he was supposed to be just a friend.

This is the rape joke:
When his older brother came home, the boy pulled away. He wiped the tears from my face and said ‘we should do this again some time.’

This is the rape joke:
When I finally told my parents, they asked what I had been wearing.

This is the rape joke:
I had been wearing my innocence. My trust. I had worn the love I held for humanity and expected to be treated well. I had never been taught that I would be that girl, the one who keeps a mine of secrets between her legs – that girl was the slut. I wasn’t supposed to be breakable.
What had I been wearing? I wore the rape joke, then I became it.

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This is the Rape Joke | d.a.s

After Lora Mathis’s poem “the Rape Joke

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