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I was not ladylike, nor was I manly. I was something else altogether. There were so many different ways to be beautiful.
Michael Cunningham, A Home at the End of the World (via observando)
there’s literally no point in teaching girls to be body positive if you only use men’s opinions for validation like “boys like girls with curves” nah get that the fuck out of here
If you see beauty in something, don’t wait for others to agree.
Sherihan Gamal (via lazypacific)
kids have no concept of anything. i walked into my kindergarten class and one kid asked me what my name was. when i said miss jones, he said “i like that name. did you know i’m in love with you”
How I imagine Americans to make food.
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LGBTQ lives matter
I’m waking up angry. I turn on my computer and, as predicted, it’s flooded with people trying to compare the Orlando shooting to what happened in France as if it’s comparable.
When people start saying “all lives matter”, they’re not being noble and inclusive like they think they are; they’re trying to take ownership of a tragedy that wasn’t aimed at them. They’re trying to silence the voice of queer people who are saying how frightened they are that they have been killed in their own house during their own month of celebration.
When LGBTQ people are murdered in their own club, that’s an attack on LGBTQ people (and likely, specifically, gay, latin men considering the night that was in it); it’s not an attack on Margaret down the road with her 2.3 kids and her Volvo. To start comparing it to her life is to completely irradiate the point of this targeted attack. They weren’t killed because it was a random, senseless act of terror. They were killed because they were gay. That was the beginning and end of it.
“Well, I’m sure people like him would take issue with me being a Westener…”
“Well, I’m sure people like him would take issue with me being a woman…”
You know what, maybe he would. Maybe he did. But he didn’t fucking kill you, did he? He didn’t act upon those supposed ideas. He didn’t go to the “super-white-American-woman’s-club” to commit a massacre. He didn’t go to some random pub down town. He didn’t blow himself up in the middle of a tourist district. He went to a fucking gay club to kill gay people, and how dare anyone hijack this tragedy to further their own agenda.
Let’s face it, if this guy didn’t have a non-white-Irish-decent-‘murican name, this wouldn’t be considered terrorism or religion based or an “attack on all people”, it might finally be called what it is (though, if it had been committed by a white dude, we’d likely have his college football scores, his year book picture and what a disturbed lone wolf he was instead) - it was an act of utter hate targeted at a specific group and you do not get to tell LGBTQ people how they should feel about it.
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Farm in Autumn - Florence Arven
Men don’t act violently because they lost control. They act violently to maintain control.
the weirdest thing about the perception of body hair on women is that we’re trying to be edgy or making a statement, but it’s the exact opposite. It’s us not trying at all. We’re just existing as we are.
by Yoko Nakajima