Me and the Moon

scotchtapeofficial:

i don’t wanna carry my jacket anymore when i get hot

kia-kaha-winchesters:

just the girly things

• forcing an earing through a closed piercing
• taking off tight clothes and rubbing the indents they left on your skin 
• human sacrifice
• homemade face masks 

felweed:

socialnetworkhell:

The whole “I’m not like other girls” movement should really be called the “I don’t want men to treat me the way they treat other women” movement because that’s what it really is. Women know that a girl who wears makeup is as respectable as a girl who wears none. A girl who’s played every Final Fantasy game is as respectable as a girl who digs Candy Crush. A woman who started her own law firm is as respectable as a single mom who works in the service industry. A girl who enjoys casual sex is as respectable as a girl who has never had her first kiss. A lesbian who has no interest in men is as respectable as a straight girl who loves her boyfriend. A girl who reads People magazine is as respectable as a girl who reads Dostoyevsky.

Women have been extensively shamed for saying “I’m not like other girls” when what they are really saying, maybe without knowing it, is “I’ve heard the way men talk about specific types of women, typically women who do things that they don’t understand or relate to, and I really, really want them to separate me from that and see me as a person who is worthy of being respected.” How much respect a woman gets from men is very rarely indicative of how much she deserves.

“I don’t want you to treat me the way you treat other girls, because you treat other girls like shit.”

fantastic post

animmalcrossing:

airport staff: sir, do you have anything to declare today?

me: *starts sweating* uh no.. *trips and falls* *hundreds of Kinder surprise eggs roll out of my pockets, jacket and briefcase*

airport staff: GET ON THE GROUND NOW

me: but i am

*armed guards swarm round and pin me down*

armed guards: WHAT’S IN THE EGGS?

me: i dont know its a surprise!! 

s4wdust:

plantconstellations:

i imagine getting my own place all the time and going down to the grocery store early in the morning before everyone else and to the coffee shop and having a really small place with wide windows and lots of plants and shelves of books and a tiny kitchen where i can make tea and noodles and a bed with a pile of blankets and just a place i can make uniquely my own or maybe a place i could share with someone but i just think about this place a lot idk

One of my professors is an extremely famous, well-known painter who has been in galleries since he was a young man in the 80s. He once asked me in class, “Alyssa, what are your dreams and aspirations for the future?”

You should have seen the puzzled look on his face when I described something similar to the post above.

“Why so humble?!” He laughed. “You know you’re talented, right? You could aspire to a lot more than that for sure.”

And I had to take that moment to explain to him that this is what my generation is given, this is how low our standards for happiness have to be. A humble existence, a small piece of the world for ourselves, and comfortable stability are just as out of reach for some of us as fame and reknown was for him in the 80’s. His face went somber immediately.