fabricate salvation

30 something. probably crying. Music, books.

[peacefulandcozy]

ig credit: __suzannah

[daily-spooky]

[sheikhyhaand]

Left as a 20 something. Back as a 30 something.

[lookaghostcup]

(x)

[atraversso]

Meet Zion!  He has a rare condition called Heterochromia which makes his eyes different colors. 👁

Photo by zionthepomsky

[inkskinned]

okay but real talk real fast…. the fact that when you ask women to “write themselves like a man would write you” they either say “i’m a woman of color/i’m trans/i’m disabled - a man wouldn’t write me” or “i’m fat/i’m toadish and displeasing” or “i contemplated my boobies breasts big ass and my tiddies” is actually…. something i sincerely hope male writers will take into consideration. 

so many women are familiar with this depersonalization. we’re either put on pedestals of purity or we’re then made into these demons of “leading men on”. consider, for example, the extremely popular film “the passion of christ”. lucifer was a woman because the devil is “supposed to be alluring.” that’s right, ladies. if you’re ever in any way accidentally seductive, you’re the fucking devil. our inner lives as depicted by men are strange and alien: we contemplate our bodies in minute detail, obsess over how we appear to men, rarely have a sense of humor that’s not just “obnoxiously hitting on the male character”. it’s one thing for women to be forced to empathize with men because they are the default. it’s another thing that men, when trying to empathize with women, somehow still write us like we only exist for the sake of men. 

it’s not just “write yourself the way a pretentious writer would.” it’s “film yourself the way that a male director would” it’s “say your one line of dialogue that you’d have in his movie” it’s “draw yourself like a comic book written by a man” it’s “you’re not even in this play but if you were what background waitress would you be” it’s so prominent and hard to escape and it’s inherently damaging. 

i mean. if that’s the male gaze, how do you think that makes women feel about how you look at us? all this talk about “we see you as equals” but then when you write or you draw or you film us, you show us what you see. you see a fuckable object, you see a demon, or you don’t see us at all. 

do better. your writing can be excellent. but if some of your characters are inherently two-dimensional just by virtue of gender… you are a bad writer. end of story. do better. keep growing.

because honestly? y’all are fucking disappointing.

[femme-is-my-gender]

You show us what you see

Wow

[ardentlyadmired]

Darcy and Elizabeth: get together and fall in love and get married and presumably have beautiful babies

Me, who has read and watched Pride & Prejudice more times than I could count:

[caringcoffeechats]

people who care about you will show you in the way they talk to you, the way they listen to you, and what they’re willing to do for you. in the same ways, those who don’t care about you will also make it clear. pay attention to the cues.

[affectionsuggestion]

Whether you’re blossoming or struggling, I’ll stay with you, I’ll keep on loving you

[ink-pedia]

Antonina Trochina

[jonahreenders]

a weekend in the eastern sierras

jonah reenders | instagram

[heartinamitten]

[themaiajae]

fax

[starlovely]

[lookaghostcup]

(x)

[beautiful-nature-gifs]

[mooseblogtimes]

Judge gets surprised by the white privilege

[hierothegreat-deactivated201903]

He trill for that

[26is-deactivated20211012]

Judge Mathis.

[esperides]

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days of the week;

monday: snoozing your alarm clock, navy, seeing the moon in the morning, vanilla ice cream, writing poetry, blurry photographs, windswept hair, iced coffee

tuesday: seeing a cat on the street, a light rain shower, untied shoelaces, indistinct music from someone else’s earphones, empty coffee shops, denim jackets, long train rides

wednesday: pastel highlighters, drinking water, group laughter, plucking daisy petals, floral scents, counting down to a birthday, peonies

thursday: old books, a downpour, telling the truth, comfortable silence, hand holding, wrapping a gift, the smell of leather, reminiscence

friday: neon lights, sweet cravings, a little bit drunk, falling in love with a stranger, remembering your dreams, cherry red, late night showers, desserts at midnight

saturday: watering plants, childhood cartoons, a bowl of cereal, meeting someone new, waking up early and laying in bed, spontaneous plans, sitting on a rooftop

sunday: strawberry smoothies, golden hour, a soft feeling of wistfulness, lazy afternoons, 4pm naps, lofi mixes, deja vu, long daydreams, lighting sparklers