To all the guys who say shit to me when I’m walking down the street or working (I know I’m not friends with any of these guys and they’ll never see this), I fucking hate you, and sometimes I wish you were dead. I don’t care how harsh that sounds. Sometimes you make me fear for my life. I wish you didn’t exist. I wish you didn’t make me feel unsafe.
I’m not changing the way I dress, walk or talk. I’m getting a knife. And the second your fingertips make the slightest contact with my body I’m going to cut every part of you I can get my hands on.
I wish we were both better people.
I forgot to shave my legs, and I’m wearing a miniskirt. Good thing I’m behind the bar all night!
Hole - Violet
Always in the mood to hear this song