Since Valentines Day is soon approaching, here are some animals with heart markings! Have a great week everyone!

Andulka
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
occasionally subtle
DEAR READER

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tannertan36
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shark vs the universe
Jules of Nature
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Three Goblin Art
Misplaced Lens Cap
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Kiana Khansmith

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Keni
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@helloelise
Since Valentines Day is soon approaching, here are some animals with heart markings! Have a great week everyone!
looking in the mirror then looking at yourself in your phone camera
I wrote this poem many months ago when I went back to my parents' place, and didn't like it after I wrote it. I kind of like it now--enough to share it, at least.
* * *
It happened unnoticed.
when I look back
to the tic-tok clock
and the two-story cookie cut,
I only remember empty days.
how did they fill up
to this:
rearranged furniture,
streets too quiet, and
a collection of used up annual planners
with uncrossed to-do lists slipped between,
now irrelevant, forgotten dreams,
how did those empty days
fill up to this.
steps to being instantly unfriended by me on fb:
a) post a picture of your white friend photoshopped to look black
b) have the subsequent comments to said photo display unbelievable ignorance; racist "jokes" that play off stereotypes that are very damaging and highly inappropriate, especially with recent recurring news of police shooting innocent young black men as a result of comments like these being thrown around so casually
c) we weren't really friends to begin with anyway
It’s nice to know there are still people here to read my words, although I haven’t had many words to offer these past few months. I find poetry so difficult these days and I’m starting to think it’s always been difficult and everything I’ve ever written isn’t real poetry per say, but pretty words I’ve given line breaks and secret meanings. But isn’t that poetry, you say? Yes in part, but it’s all icing and no filling. All décor and no weight. I find myself running into clichés word after word after word, and the gap between what I know is good and what I’m writing is filling up with cement that is drying quicker than I can keep up. I have plans to find a hammer soon (perhaps a bulldozer? I don’t know enough about construction to prolong this metaphor) and tear this sidewalk up, but until then...
I have screenwriting to do. I’ve been taking a class this summer and it’s been really helpful as a creative outlet to try a new medium of writing. My story has been in my head for over a year now so it’s exciting that I’m finally learning all the conventions and styles to actually write it. I really hope it doesn’t get tucked away unfinished when busy September rolls around. There always seems to be something more important and more urgent when it comes to personal projects. I won’t let it happen!
Anyone still listening?
Persephone Books
Persephone Books reprints neglected fiction and non-fiction by mid-twentieth century (mostly women) writers.”
best name for such a bookstore.
Loving the undertone of Buster asserting the validity of his own existence.
i don’t trust people who are super into “proper grammar” and “correct punctuation” because what lies just beyond that smug superiority is some sinister classism that gets acutely racist in a red hot minute, so for similar reasons I’m instantly wary of anyone who takes great pride in their love of “logic” and “intellect”
I am learning every day to allow the space between where I am and where I want to be to inspire me and not terrify me.
Tracee Ellis Ross (via hermionejg)
- dark chocolate - red wine - Virginia Woolf - Amélie soundtrack
happy feb 15!
Men who want to be feminists do not need to be given a space in feminism. They need to take the space they have in society & make it feminist.
Kelley Temple, National Union of Students UK Women’s Officer (via feministkitsch)
always reblog
I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS
f*ck yeah, me!
I realized that, on occasion, I am intimidated by/resent girls who seem smarter/more creative/prettier/more accomplished than me. This is problematic and a product of the patriarchal system of pressuring girls to be perfect and in competition with each other. Damn you Hollywood and your constant depiction of us as emotional wrecks in war with each other.
Feminism aside, I also realized that I'm way too hard on myself. Why, when I'm AMAZING! I'm smart and capable of doing good in this world. My voice matters. I am human and allowed to make mistakes. I need to remind myself regularly that my value as a human being does not depend on the opinion of others. Getting a compliment from someone, receiving an A grade, feeling good about my appearance that day-- these are all great ego boosters but they should not be the fuel running my self-esteem. I'm working to accept and love all parts of me, keeping in mind that the best part of my existence is my ability to learn and grow.
Girls nowadays, they don’t have any role models. This band is self-empowerment, man - Aphrodite, Cleopatra, Eurydice! No more second-class status, sitting at concerts with asshole boyfriends who worship bands from a Popular Mechanics evalutation of amplifiers. The Runaways have the most chance of any group I’ve seen… To do with the Beatles did. To tear this world apart.