I'm Jenna. 18. BostonMA.<3 I like smiling, love letters, hugs, genuine people, flowers, bows, helping others, dancing, music, lyrics, getting the right amount of sleep, the perfect messy bun, earning a pay check, random acts of kindness, homemade cookie dough, looking in the mirror and liking who I see, the first snow of the winter, reading a good book, raspberry tea, cuddling, getting in touch with old friends, Disney World, being able to get to a destination with pure memory, hot showers, being the first person to use a jar of peanut butter, being pampered once in a while, getting mail, laughing so hard it hurts, Tumblr. <3.
What kind of world do we live in when young men are so proud of violating unconscious girls that they pass proof around to their friends? It’s the same kind of world in which being labeled a slut comes with such torturous social repercussions that suicide is preferable to enduring them. As a woman named Sara Erdmann so aptly tweeted to me, “I will never understand why it is more shameful to be raped than to be a rapist.
I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.
And now we’re apart and you’re just some stranger who knows all my secrets and all my family members and all my quirks and flaws and it doesn’t make sense.