Steal flamingos and gnomes from the dark side of the lawn ~

Suicide Watch

If you want to be safe, walk in the middle of the street. I'm not joking. You've been told to look both ways before crossing the street, and that the sidewalk is your friend, right? Wrong. I've spent years walking sidewalks at night. I've looked around me when it was dark, when there were men following me, creeping out of alleyways, attempting to goad me into speaking to them and shouting obscenities at me when I wouldn't, and I suddenly realized that the only place left to go was the middle of the street. But why would I risk it? Because the odds are in my favor. In the States, someone is killed in a car accident on average every 12.5 minutes, while someone is raped on average every 2.5 minutes. Even when factoring in that, one, I am generously including ALL car-related accidents and not just those involving pedestrians, and, two, that the vast majority of rapes still go unreported, and I should know, I think my logic in this case speaks for itself. And, thus, this is now the way I live my life: out in the open, in the middle of everything, because the middle of the street is actually the safest place to walk.


The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls, Emilie Autumn. ~

- I don't want to leave...

- So don't. Stay here with me. We'll start a jazz band.

Lógica Proposicional aplicada a IB

P: Voy a estudiar.

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- Chiara Alhadeff.