I’m Pissed Off. I’m Pissed That Amazing People Are Suicidal. I’m Pissed That Kids Get Cancer. I’m

In health class today, we got a “what should you say back to somebody who tries pressures you into sex” worksheet. This is what I wrote. And below, what it says, in case you’re having trouble with the picture or reading my handwriting. "Come on, just this once." - I’d rather have pizza and watch a movie. "What could it hurt?" - You, if you keep pestering me. "Everybody’s doing it." - Too bad I’m not everybody. "If you loved me, you’d let me." - If you loved me, you’d buy me Supernatural on Blu-Ray. Hand ‘em over. "I promise we’ll use a condom every time." - *stares blankly until partner gets uncomfortable and leaves* "No one has to know." - No one has to know if I murder you. "What are you afraid of?" - Spiders, needles, wasps, clowns, heights, murderers… "Don’t you love me enough to have sex with me?" - No. "You’re just chicken." - *starts twitching wildly, making chicken noises, and flaps arms like wings* "Don’t you want to know what it’s like?" - Not with you. "Everyone knows you’ve done it before." - I’d think I’d remember something like that. "Maybe you just don’t like boys." - Yes, I’m a lesbian. "Put out or get out." - Okay, bye. "I’m clean, I promise." - Maybe you should take a bath, then, just to be sure.

if you put a frog in boiling water, it will jump out.

if you put a frog in warm water and gradually turn up the heat until the water is boiling, the frog will remain there until it dies.

and that is an abusive relationship.

it’s your wedding day, everything is going well, you’re married, the best day of your life. a projector is being turned on in your peripherals, you had expected some kind of embarrassing montage of photos, you don’t really care, the lights dim, people sit down. your blog flickers into focus. 

[A white fortune cookie paper with blue text reading: The stars appear every night in the sky. All is well. Lucky Numbers 10, 16, 18, 27, 30, 32]