The Smallest One Was Madeliene @mathsandmagic - Tumblr Blog

nah man life doesn’t get better when you educate yourself about feminism. life gets considerably harder. bc all of a sudden you pick up on all of these problematic things people you care about say and you start noticing every little way women are degraded and held down in society and you become hyperaware of how you speak and what you say and it’s really, really difficult and tiresome.

laughingcrying

#it’s worth it #and it’s necessary #but it’ll never be better or easy

ben-levin

Allie explains the mystical menstrual cycle.

zitoisneato

For I was blind, but now I see

Happy chappy eating her delicious park stick

When you have nice new nails and a good lip colour, expensive power bills become less concerning

quotebook-in

The women whom I love and admire for their strength and grace did not get that way because shit worked out. They got that way because shit went wrong, and they handled it. They handled it in a thousand different ways on a thousand different days, but they handled it. Those women are my superheroes.

Elizabeth Gilbert (via tellmefive)

ewwsam-blog

actually i don’t need to make men comfortable in feminist spaces when they make me uncomfortable in every other space, but thanks anyway

micdotcom

Watch: President Obama delivers pointedly feminist speech at United State of Women summit

trajans-deactivated20150201

we all have a favorite eyebrow

boredpanda

‘Pit Bull Flower Power’ Already Found Homes For 140+ Pits (New Pics)

kaijufluffs

I dub them ‘Pretty Pitties’

disc0dracula

everything been real average and its been so cold, hard to believe it was only two weeks ago on Sunday that I sat waiting on South Beach while Tim went to see if the water was as cold as it looked... I didn’t expect anything until midnight, but I opened my phone, keyed in my password and saw results that made me close to the happiest I’d ever been. Work has been average and I’ve been so anxious and negative and cold but holding on to the memory of the tiny five and seven together on the screen and the disgustingly cold wind blowing my hair into my mouth and Tim going “that looks like a pass!” and the sand in my leggings, and that burning feeling you get in your nose when its freezing cold and you’re trying not to cry... yep. That’s pretty fucking good as memories go.