Shane's Addiction

ink-letitrun:

Don’t try to get me to explain why I wanted a mannequin for Christmas, or why I named her Water-sparkle Blond Zurn. In my crazy girl head I have my reasons that even I question. This also applies to the situations of which I eat all my food in a circle and that I blink my eyes too hard. Call me weird but I like to dress her up in clothes that I have but would never wear and stand her in the closet. Or when I’m feeling lonely, sit her next to my bed. She is my big Barbie doll, or was until I had the most horrifying dream after having her for about 4 months.

I was standing in my street when the mannequin was sitting in front of me, more like crouching. I was angry, telling her to move because I knew she was real. She lunged at me with her heavy plastic arms outstretched. I tore her limb from limb; unhooking her joints and hearing her detached parts clatter away. When people started crowding around me I told them she had attacked me, they called me a freak as she lay in pieces on the ground, they dispersed with grumbling and my anger grew. I picked up her head and whispered furiously at her to just move one more time if she dared. I saw her eyes come to life and flick away and then back at me, returning to a blank void of emotionless grey pupils. I tossed the head and woke up soaked from night sweats.

I was so disturbed by this dream that I took water-sparkle apart and hid her under a pile of dirty clothes. That night for some reason I could not get the sense of approaching doom out of my head, I was restless. Every noise seemed too loud and open doors became off-putting. I had started to, in a small way, lose my already loose grip on reality. I began to scream and cry all alone in my house, eventually becoming petrified by my familiar surroundings. I felt so frightened that I packed up some of my things and called a friend to pick me up. Convinced I was making perfect sense, I tried to explain to my mom why I could not come home because my mannequin was going to kill me. She dragged me home and as my sister told me that I was crazy and that I needed to grow up, my step dad tried to take the mannequin “out of the house”. I told him not to because I still wanted her and that she would be unhappy if she left.  At that point my mother told me she thought I was being “spiritually attacked” and began to pray for me.

They didn’t understand that when I was in elementary school I used to have these kinds of dreams all the time. The kind where inanimate objects came to life all around me and plotted to torture me to the point of death. In those dreams my mother would be there, being murdered along with me but never realizing it. This may have been from my childhood frustration of no one ever taking me seriously as we are all slowly dying. I guess that feeling never left, but it certainly must have lessened. Until now, except instead of everyone dying with me, it was only me.

When I first presented the idea of having a mannequin they tried to convince me that I would become too “creeped out” by it that it would be a waste of money to get me one. I had reassured them that I was not so immature to believe something made of a mixture of fibers, metal, and plastic could come to life. They believed me with little argument since I was known to be fearless within my family. Which was probably why my mother thought I was possessed for suddenly having such fears.

The next morning I was fine, or at least back to my regular ways. The mannequin now sits in my room and has not bothered me since. She has become sort of a guardian over my room and me and I feel safe when she is watching. Not in an “I think she’s alive” way. I know her body too well and have heard the hollow sounds that come from inside. She has no heart, stomach, lungs, or muscle. A brain maybe, but that would be all. 

I fucking love this woman and her writings so much

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Back in 2009, a 7th grade special education student was raped not once but twice by a fellow student. The staff, including the principal and a counselor, not only did not believe the girl, they made her write a letter of apology to the boy she accused and hand deliver it to him.
The girl, whose file indicates she’s extremely averse to confrontation and would forgo even her own needs to please others, was questioned again and again by officials, who told her she was a liar until she finally recanted the story. She was then expelled for a whole year. And when she came back, she was raped again. Doctors examined her and, indeed, there was evidence she had been assaulted, including DNA evidence that makes it pretty unlikely to be a made-up story, so the school suspended her for disrespectful conduct and engaging in public displays of affection, which is the cool new way shitheads refer to rape, apparently. This being a 12-year-old girl in special ed classes known to do whatever other people want to make them happy. Feeling queasy yet?
The girl’s family sued the school and almost a year later the case was settled. The school is reported to have paid the girl and her family about $185,000, which is just about the exact amount of money a scumbag will pay someone for being a scumbag if they can get a court to agree they don’t have to legally admit they’re a scumbag. Worth noting is that, in the school’s response to the lawsuit, they claimed the charges were baseless and the girl herself was at fault for failing to take reasonable means to protect herself. That feeling you had when you read that of being slapped in the face was just the metaphysical weight of the balls some lawyer must have had to write that down in legal papers crushing your psyche.

—http://www.cracked.com/blog/the-5-most-ridiculous-reasons-students-have-been-expelled/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=fanpage&utm_campaign=new+article&wa_ibsrc=fanpage (via fuckingrapeculture)

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blackpeopleconfessions:

lessonsinthecorner:

blackpeopleconfessions:

Check this video out .. but beware, it will annoy the hell out of you.

THE SELF HATE IS TOO MUCH. I’m in between laughing and crying at this video. Good for Judge Mathis for trying to set her straight.

Last time I checked, “human” isn’t an option to select on documents asking for your race/ethnicity sweetie … God help these kinds of people.

In the “other” section on a questionnaire you can check the box and fill in “human” for your answer.

Okay? That’s pretty ridiculous though. Not to mention REALLY besides the point, don’t you think?

I think the “other” option is for people to specify their race/ethnicity if it is not listed in the options above. I highly doubt the questioners are looking for “human” as a valid answer. I mean if you’re going to say that then the person could also say they’re an alien.

wow

hiphopfightsplaque:

ethnicnraunchy:

odds are i don’t like you: saharthestar: bitchouttahell: if i saw a kkk member drowningi’d make…

lifeaccordingtosarah:

fancylatte:

lifeaccordingtosarah:

marfmellow:

saharthestar:

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asking someone i really love this question has actually broken my heart

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afrosinspace:

carbisari:

nationofsluts:

bitchouttahell:

saharthestar:

bitchouttahell:

if i saw a kkk member drowning

i’d make sure there was no possible way for him to get out

respect? eat my shit.

And that would make you no better than them. How are…

True shit. Fuck y’all, y’all ain’t the mothafuckin peacemakers.