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abortionista:

if u think my constant vocal feminism is annoying imagine how annoying the patriarchy is to me



fromonesurvivortoanother:

people who base their morality on laws and dictionary definitions are incredibly dangerous and should be avoided at all costs



between-the-cheats:

I don’t follow everyone back because I’d constantly hate my dashboard. Some people post awful things.




mallymkunloir:

forgettingfilm:

danvotchka:

Julie Andrews as Sassy Poppins; 1964.

This is a gorgeous photoset. 

I’ve always loved Mary for her sass.


“I’ve seen fake gods and bad gods and demigods and would-be gods. And out of all that, out of that whole pantheon, if I believe in one thing, just one thing… I believe in her.”


"You don’t really understand an antagonist until you understand why he’s a protagonist in his own version of the world."

John Rogers (via room42)

this…is critical knowledge

(via mudwerks)



izkim:

Buffy the Vampire Slayer ended 10 years ago; May 20, 2003


malformalady:

A vivid turquoise blue Chrysocolla exterior has been partially polished to reveal an amazing interior of velvety concentric bands of darker and lighter green chatoyant Malachite. Origin: Congo


qbutch:

missmatie:

peanuhbutta:

This is realllllllllly weird lmao

This is really NORMAL.
Except we never see it-so it is terrifying and uncomfortable when it happens.
(Mostly because people would laugh or be unkind)

I own a sex shop. Once a woman bled on our chair during an interview. She was horrified and felt ashamed because it was in some way unprofessional. We weren’t bothered. We said ‘what better place to work on being ok with your body than at a feminist sex shop?’
Bleeding is normal and dealing with it is one of the most pervasive ways women are complicit in their silence.

Some men bleed too. How would you react to that? For many men who are Trans the act of bleeding is a security threat.

Fuck off with your lolz.

Reblogging again for above commentary ^^^^^



If we could be measured we might be finite. Instead we must bear the burden of endless possibility. Rebecca, 20, I'm exactly what I seem.





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