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The “Are you a feminist?” test is most often administered to young, female celebrities who have dared to challenge stereotypes or allude to their beliefs in gender equality. Interviewers never ask this question of male celebrities, and they rarely ask it of older women. And in the context of mainstream media, “Are you a feminist?” is not movement-building. It’s a trap. If young women say yes, tabloids and conservative pundits are quick to decry their perceived radicalism. And if they say no, they’ve got the feminist police to deal with. Usually, they take a middle ground: They decline the label but say a bunch of other smart things that make clear they’re quite aware of gender inequality and the need to remedy it. — I Was Shailene Woodley: I Used to Say I Wasn’t a Feminist - NYmag.com (via annfriedman)
no but seriously how cute is the word tummy
you can talk so seriously about stomachs
but as soon as someone drops the tummy word
everyone is like (●´∀｀●)
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you know when you’re really happy/content and this kinda attracts suckiness into your life so next you find yourself really really depressed
well i’ve been having a ridiculously good ship
like my ships have been making me happy instead of clutching my heart in pain, as per usual
this is terrifying
what do i have to pay in return for this happiness
romanticize self love 2k14
Here’s what our parents never taught us:
You will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight peels away the husk of the moon,
chainsmoking cigarettes and reading Baudelaire, and
you will learn that you only ever want to fall in love with someone
who will stay up to watch the sun rise with you.
You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will
realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.
A woman will kiss you and you’ll think her lips are two petals
rubbing against your mouth.
You will not tell anyone that you liked it.
It is beautiful to love humans in a world where love is a metaphor for lust.
You can leave if you want, with only your skin as a carry-on.
All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket.
All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple
curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles
and miles on end.
You will lie to everyone you love.
They will love you anyways.
One day you’ll wake up and realize that you are too big for your own skin.
Don’t be afraid.
Your body is a house where the shutters blow in and out
against the windowpane.
You are a hurricane-prone area.
The glass will break through often.
But it’s okay. I promise.
a stranger once told you that the breeze
here is something worth writing poems about.
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ah yes, the three most historically important revolutions. the russian, french, and dance dance
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… its too early for this bullshit. — Me, no matter what time it is (via natashakills)
people who don’t get excited about tv shows make me uncomfortable