i'm not what you think.

neither is this blog. it's not even a blog, really. we'll see how this pans out...

[daily-spooky]

[tastefullyoffensive]

[tastefullyoffensive]

[comfort-ings]

[sheispernicious]

you are not the length of your skirt you are not the sheerness of your shirt you are not the cut of your hair you are not how your legs cross on a chair you are not the color on your lips you are not a dress to the fingertips you are not an unwanted comment you are not a penny to be spent you are not an object to make things fun you are yourself, not a prize to be won

you are (via sheispernicious)

[ourproblemwithsociety]

Slut-Shaming

                                      There is a problem

                                         with our society.

                                             A disease.

                                             A plague.

                                  A deeply rooted sickness.

                                      What makes humans

                                            so entitled

                                     to feel that it is okay

                                       to degrade others

                             based solely on their choices as

                                        an independent?

                                        As an individual?

                               A woman walks down the street.

                                    She wears a flirty skirt

                                    and a revealing blouse.

                            Is she not just another passerby?

                                 Is it not true that her affairs

                                      are meaningless to

                                         the rest of us;

                                 that they affect us none?

                                                “Slut”

                                       “Immodest bitch”

                                            “Skank”

                                     “She’s asking for it”

                                            “Whore!”

                                           It appears not.

                         Since when is one’s choice of clothing

                                    a license to demean?

                       Since when does the amount of cloth

                                            on flesh

                              determine a woman’s worth?

                                          Her virtue?

                                          Her status?

                            A woman leaves an apartment and

                                     catches a cab home.

                                      She enjoys many

                                       intimate partners.

                           Is she not just another passerby?

                               Is it not true that her affairs

                                     are meaningless to

                                        the rest of us;

                           That her choices affect us none?

                                                “Slut”

                                   “She’s such a whore”

                                              “Ew”

                                “She’s asking to be raped”

                                            “Whore!”

                                          It appears not.

                            Since when is one’s sexual activity

                                    a license to torment?

                        Since when does the amount of sex

                                             one has

                              determine a woman’s worth?

                                           Her safety?

                                           Her status?

                                     A woman stays home.

                                 A woman folds her hands.

                                 A woman silences herself.

                                 A woman must not make

                                        her own choices.

                                           So it seems.

                                 A woman walks home quickly.

                             A woman’s heart beats erratically.

                                     A woman sits scared.

                                       A woman is afraid

                                    to do what she pleases

                                    Because of how others

                                            will treat her.

                                    Because of how others

                                            will see her.

                                    Because of how her life

                                         will be in danger.

                                       A woman sits caged.

                                A woman wants her freedom.

Sarah M

[phoenixsoul13]

[da5n]

[wilwheaton]

The saddest part of this picture is that he lost his friend.

[thefantastician]

dancing potato boys to dance along with your favorite tunes

[gifheaven]

[janeovision]

me, thinking about having to put pants on and go to work...

[mysimpsonsblogisgreaterthanyours]

[micdotcom]

Watch: Jessica Williams also explained why this shouldn’t be a surprise. The message has been in Beyoncé’s music all along.

[tastefullyoffensive]

(photo by roosong)

[tastefullyoffensive]

“2016, here I come!” (via natsdorf)

[gifbro]

[4gifs]

*flop* [video]

[tastefullyoffensive]

Tyrannoseahorse Rex by Rastroboy

[zoomerbro]

People really love this sweater so I’m going to make more, and also people have asked me to make the t-shirt version too, so now im doing that, I’m raising money so I can buy 300 more copies of Forrest Gump on VHS.

T-Shirt Available here

Sweater Available here