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I'm Delaney.
I have an overwhelming obsession with numbers.


100 Days of Happiness Challenge
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Day 79: back seat to myself, road tripping through central Washington.
Day 79: back seat to myself, road tripping through central Washington.

Porn teaches men they are gods. Pop culture teaches men that the epitome of success is to be surrounded by naked women, fawning over you. Prostitution exists because we, as a culture, very much believe that women exist to pleasure men. We tell women that they have to “work” in marriage, to keep their men happy, to keep them from straying — buy sexy lingerie, try threesomes, try anal, perform every porn fantasy he has — he needs it, he deserves it, it is your job.

We can continue to skirt around these truths — that the sex industry and our patriarchal culture breed men like Rodger — but expect more violence, more deaths, more rape, and more abuse. Our world is rife with Elliot Rodgers. We create them every day. They aren’t going anywhere.

Male entitlement begets male entitlement: On Elliot Rodger, misogyny, and the sex industry (via feministcurrent)

(via t-hintrest)


Please know that there are much better things in life than being lonely or liked or bitter or mean or self-conscious. Go love someone just because… I know your heart may be badly bruised, or even the victim of numerous knifings, but it will always heal even if you don’t want it to, it keeps going. There are the most fantastic, beautiful things and people out there, I promise. It’s up to you to find them.
— Chuck Palahniuk (via poetrea)

(Source: middlenameconfused, via buoyantsong)


restrictedthoughts:

I think when someone makes you become pathetic, that’s when it’s time for you to get up and walk away. If you’re on your knees begging for someone to stay, staining their feet with your tears, that’s as good as time as any to let go of their hand and turn around.

(via all--our--bruised-bodies)

If you can see a future without me and that doesn’t break your heart then we’re not doing what I thought we were doing here.
— That 70’s Show (via temperare-te)

(via all--our--bruised-bodies)


delicatepoetry:

his well being means more than my own
Day 77: I’m late. But was reading the newspaper and found this and thought about more hiking with my dear, winterisalreadyhere, and that made me happy. That&#8217;s all I took a picture of but I had an otherwise awesome day. Spent the night with my favorite people.
Day 76: smoking a cigarette reading on my own balcony at home after work.
Day 75: last day of vacation. 7 hour ride home. Woo. Was a successful day though.