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‘Crazy’ is one of the five deadly words guys use to shame women into compliance. The others: Fat. Ugly. Slutty. Bitchy. They sum up the supposedly worst things a woman can be. What we really mean by ‘crazy’ is: ‘She was upset, and I didn’t want her to be.’

Men Really Need to Stop Calling Women Crazy – Harris O’Malley (via praisepoptarts)

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REMINDER THAT IT IS OK TO HAVE:

stretch marks

long labia

a tummy

love handles

acne

cellulite

large areolas

NO thigh gap

jiggly thighs

scars

a big nose

body hair

moles/birthmarks

THESE ARE NOT THINGS YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF. THESE ARE NATURAL THINGS THAT YOU SHOULD EMBRACE. THE HUMAN BODY IS BEAUTIFUL. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.

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someone: [flirts with me]

me: they are probably just being nice, they probably do this with everyone

someone: [asks me on a date]

me: it’s not a date, it’s just a friend get together thing, probably.

someone: [confesses their love for me]

me: they are probably just being sarcastic

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Practice Makes Perfect // Hex

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“Would be just like a self righteous princess to get a hardworking person fired for something stupid like a radio.” His fists clenched as she continued on with her speech about how she was different. He knew there were different people out there but this girl’s attitude told him nothing set her apart from the spoiled rich kids in the school. Hector rolled his eyes. “You don’t know anything about me. At least you have a mom and dad unlike the rest of us.” He pushed the cart away from him a few feet. He walked out of the room, afraid he may hit her or something else if he stayed. He paced in the hallway, trying to calm himself down.

Liv was floored by the sudden change of the boy standing in front of her. Had he honestly just become vulnerable after they’d both been equally venomous? She wasn’t sure what to do, teetering on her feet a moment and wondering if she should try any semblance of consoling. The truth of the matter was, she knew a little of what this felt like. Her father had left before she’d switched from Pampers to big girl panties, and he’d never looked back. A few years ago, her mother finally got a letter stating that child support would begin. Her mother refused to take any of the money, and Liv had stashed it away for a rainy day. That rainy day just happened to be Julliard, though she didn’t gain entry without a couple of student loans. Still, she was a stubborn type. She cautiously met him in the hallway. “You know, if you hadn’t have been such a jerk, I wouldn’t have chucked the radio at your head. That was very rude of you to come in and demand I leave after I had special entry. It could’ve ended with you being courteous of the fact that the room was occupied, but instead you chose to be a smartass and break my radio,” she said with a quirk of her eyebrow.