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every single negative stereotype about women was dreamt up by men who were projecting. fight me about it.
“women can’t drive”
It is so well known that women are better and safer drivers than men that OUR CAR INSURANCE RATES ARE LOWER. Women get into fewer accidents, get fewer DUIs, and receive fewer speeding tickets than men.
“women never shut up”
Several scientific studies have shown that not only do men talk more than women, they also think that women have been talking for much longer than they actually have. Men interrupt and talk over women, dominate conversations, and still think women talk too much.
“women are shallow”
Lol next
“my wife is my ball and chain lmao”
Multiple studies have shown that marriage between men and women: Increases male lifespan, decreases female lifespan Decreases male depression rates, increases female depression rates Decreases male stress levels, increases female stress levels Increases male health and happiness, decreases female health and happiness Increases a man’s chance of getting a raise or promotion, decreases a woman’s chances of getting a raise or promotion
“women are too emotional”
Men love to say this about women after hurting them, in order to shift the blame and dismiss their feelings in one go. In reality, women are taught to hold our tongues and control ourselves quite literally from birth. We’re taught to put men’s needs and wants ahead of our own emotions regardless of the personal cost. Men are taught to do more or less whatever the fuck they want to women. Men take their emotions out on women while women are expected to shove theirs down.
I could go on and on but I don’t really think I need to.
“women can’t drive” (The Guardian) (CBS News) (Insurance Institute for Highway Safety)
“women talk to much” (PBS, resources included)
“women are shallow” (just read the book, Dataclysm. by okcupid founder (?) that includes data about sex, gender, race, in finding online romantic partners)
“ball and chain” (University of London)
for all you pissbabies crying about sources
i would just like to point out that the recent conversation surrounding the male birth control trials isn’t just “lol weak men can’t deal with side effects” it’s the fact that when they were testing hormonal birth control for women in the 50s & 60s, the side effects were much worse, and the women who participated in them, mostly in puerto rico, were not told about the side effects or that the drug was experimental
and THEN when women dropped out, they started using incarcerated women as their guinea pigs, and then despite the fact that some scientists who participated in the original trials were like “uh i don’t think this is actually good, it’s making a lot of these women sick,” the pharmaceutical industry & fda were like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and approved it for the general population anyways, without really warning women about the potential for all these negative side effects
and THEN researchers basically ceased to do any type of research on side effects like depression and decreased libido for 50 years, despite the fact that women were still complaining about them, and because there was no “hard evidence” of these side effects, a lot of doctors basically just assumed women were exaggerating or making it up. and that continued until the first major study of depression in women who take hormonal contraceptives was released just. this. year.
so yeah, the patriarchy. *waves flag*
further reading:
the puerto rico pill trials
the racist & sexist history of keeping side effects of birth controls secret
“it’s not in your head” striking new study links birth control to depression
oh, and fun fact: even after this new study was released, a lot of the scientific community is still being like “but can we PROVE these women aren’t just depressed because they’re LOVESICK?”
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October 11 is National Coming Out Day!
please remember:
• it is always somebody’s choice if whether or not they are ready to come out or not. some people are only comfortable with select people knowing.
• just because you assume something about somebody it does not mean you are right. if somebody tells you they aren’t, then please do not insist or argue with them.
• it is your choice who you tell!! do not feel like you owe somebody a coming out.
• if you feel that your safety will be in danger if you come out, it is better if you don’t. safety comes first!
• please, please, p l e a s e do not out anybody. even as a joke. you could really put them at risk, and it’s not funny.
• if somebody who is all-round closeted, comes out to you, it means they trust you with something as confidential as that. do not break this trust. do not tell other people. (this goes along with the bullet point above)
above all, please remember that you are valid, no matter what you identify as, no matter the outcomes of your coming out, just remember that you are who you are and nobody can change that integral part of you! i know it’s confusing, i know it’s frustrating sometimes, and simply scary, but all-in-all, you deserve to be accepted. don’t let anybody tell you that ‘society made you like this’, or that you’re like this because ‘your friends/favorite celebrity/etc. influenced you.’ we will get through this. i am here with you.
If Aphrodite had stomach rolls then so can I
This is veryveryvery important. My wife was feeling down about herself the other night and asked me “why do I look like this?” And I immediately brought up a photo I had taken of a sculpture of Aphrodite I had taken at the Chicago MOMA. I said, “look at this picture. What does she look like?” And my wife very shyly answered “Me…” (Literally her body is IDENTICAL to the sculpture) so I replied “that is the Goddess Aphrodite. THAT is why your body looks like this.”
I very rarely reblog miscellaneous posts but there are some followers of mine who really need to see this.
Oh shit I’m crying thank you
Remember, a lot more of you have the bodies of goddesses than you might think.
BOOM. Love yourself, darlings.
India Love by Rick Rose
I totally respect anyone who labels their orientation as just queer. You deserve respect, and I am proud of you! You do not need to fit yourself within boxes, and align yourself with categories that people expect you to, you can embrace any label you want, or reject that idea, be it queer, pomo, undecided or questioning!
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I made some affirmations for myself and decided to share them with all of you. please do not reupload.
I wrote a poem about my dad for class and this was my professor’s response. This is the poem: To My Father
I’m sorry you never Learned or were never taught how to love yourself
I’m sorry you turned To alcohol and drugs To fight off your demons
I’m sorry you Decided that the high you got Meant more to you Than your wife and kids
I’m sorry you want A healthy father-daughter relationship Years later But I don’t think I can do it
Because I’m sorry That I never had A dad who was around Long enough to see me Grow up Into the resilient person I am today
But I guess I should Thank you Because if you hadn’t Ruined my childhood Then I wouldn’t be Who I am today.
how old were you when they told you that your body was a temple you weren’t allowed to let other people into? that your hallowed soul would somehow rot and grow mold if you let another human being’s breath caress the tops of your shoulders, the curve of your neck? because i was seven. my father said, “your body is a gift, save it.” i am not an object. i am not an object. “it’s good to cover up.” no. i cover up mistakes, i cover up failures. i am not either one of these, and it has taken me years to train myself out of believing it. if i must lay eyes on every whitehair chest of lobster-red old men in their wrinkly skin and saggy swimsuit bottoms, you can handle my spaghetti straps, my dresses above the knee, my shorts, my v-neck tee. “what will people think?” well given that when i dress modestly i’m seen as a prude and a frigid bitch, i’m going to assume they’re thinking something insidious. the happy thing is: their thoughts don’t change my reality. i am not defined by them. you can’t tell me who i am. you don’t own this. you will never own this. “leave something to the imagination.” your problem is the reality of my body, and i’m not sorry. you hate that you can’t imagine me flawless, no scars, no scabby shins, not a real human. in your head, you photoshop onto me large breasts that stay perky without a bra, hips without stretchmarks, a spine without freckles. but i am real, and these are all beautiful, and you should feel blessed you look upon them. “no man wants a woman like that.” that’s fine with me. i don’t want a man who judges me for showing off my body. in fact, some of us don’t want a man at all. sadly for you, i don’t dress to impress strangers. i dress because it’s summer, and i’m hot, and i don’t just mean the temperature. and for the record? when i do dress for my man in skimpy little booty shorts? he doesn’t seem to have much of a problem with or without it. he loves me for who i am and not the purpose i serve as an object. and i am not an object. i am not an object. you don’t get to sum up my personality based on my clothing. you cannot hold a book and look at the cover and tell me the whole story. you cannot look at me and know anything. i am not just a book. i’m a nation of libraries. i do not become unholy for a strapless dress. i do not lose myself for daring to wear a skirt with a slit up the leg. “ladies, your body is sacred, make sure you dress in clothing i personally find demure and satisfyingly modest” sounds a lot like you think you’re a god and only you can determine whether or not i'm worthy of eternal damnation. i got news for you, buddy. i’m a goddess. i don’t ask for permission.
Let me dress for the weather without comment. I don’t care if you “don’t like the packaging.” I’m not a package, and even if I was, it’s not to your house I’ll be showing up. // r.i.d (via inkskinned)
What were the men wearing? they were probably asking for it. Why wear a rolex if you don’t wanna get robbed?
They wouldn’t have gotten robbed if they were sober. Why drink with women you dont know? Where’s your self respect?
It’s so disgusting how men go out and drink with their flashy belongings then get angry when women rob them. Who said you must get drunk?
Men like to play the victim. Those women probably didn’t even mean to steal from them, they were just having harmless fun.
How do you expect a woman to resist a rolex watch? Of course she’s going to steal it. The question is why did you wear it?!
How do we even know if these women actually stole from those men? This is just racism. The white man is lying!
Men need to dress in plain black clothing to avoid getting robbed. Stop wearing fancy watches & driving fancy cars. BE CAUTIOUS!!!
Stop drinking with strange women & then cry when you get spiked & robbed. Respect yourself!!! men are disgusting.
👏🏿👏🏿 I think this covers pretty much all the shit women have to hear all the time everywhere so so true it’s not even funny
THINGS WE LOVE: the Suzanna Scott (@suzanna_scott) ‘Coin Cunt’ project - old kisslock coin purses, turned inside out, folded and stitched to resemble a vulva.
This is so fucking clever, omg.