March 2012
“The following day, I attended a workshop about preventing gender violence,...”
– Byron Hurt: Why I Am A Male Feminist. (via withmyheartwideopen)
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February 2012
“She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially,...”
– JK Rowling, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
shelbyisms asked: i've been meaning to ask you; if you hear about a protest in oklahoma about the personhood bill, let me know!
If you or someone you know has a vagina, you... →
xvxavier:
If you’re a “nice guy” to a girl up until you realize she doesn’t want to date you, then go on about how she’s a cold shrew that friendzoned you and how no girls date nice guys, like, nah mate, girls do date nice guys. You just aren’t a nice guy. You’re a passive aggressive beta with internalized misogyny and a serious victim complex.
This.
An excerpt :
jayhumez:
“Sometimes I wonder if the paper within a journal ever gets tired of soaking in the ink that spills the same old tired stories where, over the years, the ending stays the same and the only edits made are the old names having their roles stolen by the new players in the script of my life.”
I did my first free writing session in a long, long time and this was something that came from...
“I guess when your heart gets broken, you sort of start to see the cracks in...”
– Felicity (via afternoonofanauthor)
Bon Iver: And I told you to be patient, and I told you to be fine. I told you to be balanced, and I told you to be kind, but now all your love is wasted. And then who the hell was I?
Death Cab: So one last touch and then you'll go and we'll pretend that it meant something so much more. But it was vile, and it was cheap and you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me. Yeah, you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
Radiohead: But I can't help the feeling I could blow through the ceiling if I just turn and run. And it wears me out... It wears me out. If I could be who you wanted, if I could be who you wanted all the time... all the time.
Brand New: You are calm and reposed, let your beauty unfold. Pale white like the skin stretched over your bones, spring keeps you ever close. You are secondhand smoke, you are so fragile and thin standing trial for your sins. Holding onto yourself the best you can. You are the smell before rain, you are the blood in my veins.
Nicki Minaj: You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, yeah you a you a stupid hoe.You a stupid hoe you a you a stupid hoe. You stupid stupid, you a stupid hoe
I just want to sit on the front porch of my parents house playing/singing Dylan songs with my Paps. My favorite time was singing with him on the porch, in the shed, in his baby blue truck with the itchy seats that I used to hate so much, but miss so dearly now.
I miss him a lot today.
“I cannot believe that the purpose of life is to be happy. I think the purpose of...”
– Leo Rosten
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“Her hair is Harlow gold. Her lips sweet surprise. Her hands are never cold,...”
She Doesn’t Get It (acoustic) - The Format
foreverflourishing:
I feel like if a girl wanted to let a guy know she likes him, all she would have to say is, “You make me want to shave my legs.”