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Being a girl in this world is honestly so strange like do u know how much we miss out on because we are scared? How much of the night We don’t get to see because walking around alone is too dangerous? Do u notice the way girls walk at night, and does your heart hurt when U see them quicken their pace and lower their gaze when men walk past? Mine does
this fucking this
It is illegal for women to go topless in most cities, yet you can buy a magazine of a woman without her top on at any 7-11 store. So, you can sell breasts, but you cannot wear breasts, in America.
Violet Rose (via c-icatrix)
This is one of my favorite quotes about sexualization/objectification vs autonomy of female bodies bc it’s so succinct
(via platonicsbeforeerotics)
so while walking around New York City and interviewing people for a friend’s anthropology project, I met Dylan and Cole Sprouse.
we went into a diner to stop for lunch and they were sitting a few tables away from us. so i asked really awkwardly if i could ask them a few questions for our project while they waited for their food, and they invited me to sit down with them.
they immediately launched into a sarcastic, rapid-fire, back-and-forth banter that i could hardly keep up without laughing my ass off. it was awesome. they were awesome. dear tumblr i just want to tell you that i sat down in a diner with the Sprouse twins and they were absolutely awesome.
this makes me so happy
did you ask cole about his social experiment
A man touched me on the subway, and I did something about it.
A man kissed my hand last night on the subway. It sounds kind of romantic without any detail. But the thing is it wasn’t. I had my hand around the subway pole while I stood. An extremely drunk man sat in his seat, watching my friends and I with drunk eyes. I knew he would do something, I assumed it would be him trying to strike up conversation. When it comes to cat calling and street harassment, I consider myself lucky. I’ve never had a man expose himself to me, or grab me. But last night, this drunk man leaned over and kissed my fingers. He looked at me, pleased. I along with my two friends were taken aback. There was a pause, a moment when I decided I had to speak up. It was less of a moment and more of an anger that boiled up inside of me. The kind of anger that comes from years of street harassment and never saying anything about it. So I raised my voice and had the following exchange.
me: what the fuck did you just do?
perv (laughing): I’m sorry I couldn’t control myself.
me: you could’ve, you could’ve not leaned over and kissed my hand. how would you feel if a stranger did that to you?
perv: i would be flattered if someone kissed my hand.
me: What if a man you didn’t know kissed your hand?
perv: Oh, not a man. but you’re a woman, it’s different.
me: why is it different?
perv: because the chemistry is different.
me: what the fuck are you talking about? no, it isn’t. you don’t know me and i don’t know you. you have no right to touch me and i did not give you permission to touch me. The only way you could understand how I feel right now was if a strange man came over and kissed your hand right now.
At this point, I have the attention of a crowded train. Teenage boys stare in awe. The perv looks around, embarrassed.
perv (smiles drunkenly): ok have a nice day.
He exits the train, moving to the next subway car.
me: does ANYONE have Purell?
A woman actually hands me Purell.
The teenage boys are looking at me now, giggling.
me: Do you think I was right to be so angry? Wasn’t I? Wasn’t that disgusting what he did?
They stutter a bit but they answer.
Teenage boys: Yes. You’re right it was gross.
Another woman comes over.
Woman: That was amazing. Good for you for speaking up. I’ve never said anything before.
Me: Well, if that happens to you, do the same fucking thing I just did, ok?
Woman: I will.
Do I think the pervert learned his lesson? No. But I do think he might think twice about touching a woman next time, because I shamed him off the goddamn train. I realize now that my voice is my strongest weapon. I have the power to be heard, I have the power to tell someone what they can and cannot do to me. I also have the power to inspire other women to speak up. Ladies, WE ALL HAVE THAT POWER. Speak the fuck up. Were Channing Tatum’s words still ringing in my ears having JUST seen Magic Mike XXL? Yes, yes they were. I will leave you with that quote.
“My God is a woman.”
Powerful & creative imagery
the food and education made me sad.
I have always been fascinated by these ‘world of 100 people’ things, I remember spending hours thinking through the ones on a poster at church when I was 9 or so. It really, really makes some really important stuff so blindingly clear, in numbers we can understand. And it should, I hope it does, inspire us to act.
Amazing post.
The reason these work so well is because the human brain is actually incapable of comprehending the actual amount in people in the world. Our mind unassisted can only understand numbers up to a certain amount. Even 83% of 7 billion is difficult to grasp because we know that’s a Fuck ton, but on the flip side 17% of 7 billion is a Shit load. So our brain realy can’t comprehend the gravity of what exactly is the difference one fuck ton and one shit load. But when you take away the percent, remove this gigantic 7 billion number, and bring it down to 100, all of a sudden out brains go “oh! I know what 100 is! I can understand this!” And things are a lot clearer.
Non-cutesy self-care tips
Have you been eating well? If not, eat a piece of fruit or a handful of nuts. You need vitamins; you need protein.
You’re probably not drinking enough water.
When is the last time you showered? Take a cold shower to wake you up or a hot shower if you need to relax.
Do the laundry that’s been piling up. You’ve been wearing that sweatshirt for too long.
Take care of the dishes in the sink that have been there for three days and have started to stress you out.
Did you brush your teeth this morning? How about your hair?
Listen to the messages on your phone that have been there for days.
Go outside for at least a couple minutes. You don’t even have to do anything; just sit down. Breathe in the fresh air and get some vitamin D.
Open your blinds. Your room is too dark and it’s probably making you tired.
Spend some time with your pet. Pet them, feed them, take them for a walk or clean out their litterbox. Caring for them will make you feel useful and responsible and give you something to do.
The self-care posts that tell you to take a bath and eat chocolate and read a book are good, but do what needs to be done first. Eating chocolate when you haven’t showered in four days and you can’t remember when the last time you changed your underwear was won’t make you feel better. It will probably make you feel worse. Clean yourself up; clean your surroundings up. Then take care of the little things. Tackle life one thing at a time.
Spilled Food Turned Into Beautiful Art By Giulia Bernardelli
Now that’s a beautiful mess.
Regret
For Concepts Class: Illustrate a nonphysical word. The class had to try and guess it.
what a spectacular illustration
What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.
You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself
but you killed everyone else around you too.
this need to be on everyone’s blog
this makes me think..
God bless whoever wrote this.
im crying
I never usually reblog things like this.. but if it saves just one persons life… please take thime to read this even if you think there is no point in living. Please.
You can’t just touch my soul and leave.
i think too much (via difficult)
t o f f e e l y
(via toffeely)
Do you ever just suddenly feel really shitty because you’re not particularly good at anything and you don’t know what you wanna do with your life and like you didn’t ask to be born and have to deal with all of this and yet here you are, confused and anxious and paying to exist on this trash planet
Everything is temporary.
3 words that completely changed my life once I fully accepted them (via bl-ossomed)
i always cry when someone else realizes i’m not okay
never ignore a person who loves you, cares for you, and misses you. because one day, you might wake up from your sleep and realize that you lost the moon while counting the stars.
It’s time to move on.
Whatever you thought about while reading this, it’s going to be okay. (via o-h-f-u-c-k-i-t)
If you have a family that loves you, a couple of good friends, food on your table and a roof over your head, you’re richer than you think.
