Interests: Feminism, Girl Power, Country Lifestyle, Grunge, Healthy Living, Star Trek, Video Games, History, Old Hollywood, Victorian Era, Edwardian Era, 1940s, 1950s, 1990s, Jazz, Big Band, Swing, and Red Lipstick.
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(via mumimafeminist)
i am very proud of you for waking up today. you are very brave. existing can be hard sometimes and that is okay. i am proud of you even if all you did today was exist. i am proud of you for existing.
(via orgasmic-humor)
lamp
guaranteed to make your friends shit themselves
(Source: gaksdesigns, via timewarp-grrrl)
I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. (via gingerrqueer)
(via maycontainfeminists)
I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. Like a five-year-old, I want to close my eyes, stick my fingers in my ears, stomp my feet on the floor and scream “No! No, you cannot make me, I won’t, leave me alone!” I am, simply put, too tired. So very, very tired.
I am tired of fighting with my friends. I am tired of arguing that someone groping and slapping my butt isn’t “what I have to expect”, just because I’m at a bar, and the one attacking my butt has a drink in the other hand. I am tired of hearing “boys will be boys” and “when you’re dressed like that …” and “that’s just what guys do”. I am tired of trying to drown those sentiments in loud, repetitive no’s, screamed over and over again, till my throat is sore and my voice weak – just to hear them repeated, as soon as exhaustion threatens to silence me.
I am tired of being afraid. I am tired of seeing someone writing something offensive, sexist, racist, ageist, ableist, somewhere online. I am tired of seeing those writings getting likes and lol’s, and SO TRUE’s. I am tired of being consumed by confusion and anger, typing, typing, typing and typing a seemingly endless response, including research, links and statistics, and then hesitate clicking “submit”. I am tired of knowing that I hesitate because I am afraid of the flood of responses that will come. I am tired of knowing that I will be bombarded with lighten up’s, stop whining’s and get a sense of humor’s for so long, that I will start to wonder if I am indeed wound up too tight, a nagger and humorless. I am tired of the fact that I’m afraid of being called a cunt, even though I don’t find genitalia insulting or demeaning.
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Where can I get one
(Source: tibets, via tempestpaige)
one time in 6th grade these kids found out that im not religious somehow and they cornered me at lunch and told me that i was going to hell so i stood completely still and rolled my eyes back into my head and said “im already there” and they got really scared and ran away
LOLL
thank you that comment changed my life
(Source: netflixer, via smartalecksays)
If I’m a sarcastic asshole when I talk to you its either because I really like you and feel comfortable teasing you
Or I really hate you and don’t care if you know it
Good luck figuring out which one
(Source: nontarian, via smartalecksays)
