Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Monday, May 26, 2014
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Saturday, May 24, 2014
24 Life Hacks/Tricks to Simplify Your Life
1. Guys: Flex any muscle for 60 seconds to get rid of an unwanted erection.
2. Being openly weird and or awkward with someone is an indication of how comfortable you are with that individual.
3. Watermelon can help relieve stress and anxiety, as well as keep you energized and boost your metabolism!
4. Find most textbooks online for free using Google—just search <title of book> filetype:<type of file>
5. When you are finished with an essay, Copy and paste it into Google Translate, and listen to it!
6. http://ift.tt/iJxnOn - a website that will solve any math equation for you.
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Monday, May 19, 2014
queen-of-love-and-beauty: Men who can’t cook, clean, or even do their own laundry are not “cute”...
Men who can’t cook, clean, or even do their own laundry are not “cute” and “in need of a woman to care for them”. They are spoiled brats so dependent on gender roles that they never bothered to learn the minimal skills to take care of themselves.
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Sunday, May 18, 2014
hey-nnister: helioscentrifuge: SHOTS FIRED Damn that turned...
SHOTS FIRED
Damn that turned innocent to calling out sexism real fast
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"Last night a man asked me for a dollar as I left the subway on my way home. I gave him one. He then..."
Last night a man asked me for a dollar as I left the subway on my way home. I gave him one.
He then proceeded to start talking to me and followed me for ten minutes as I tried to walk home. He ignored my repeated attempts to part ways and made comments about my body, his body and allude to us having sex. He asked personal questions about my life. He asked if I was married. I told him that I had a boyfriend, not because I owed him any answer, but my past experience has shown that these type of men, when hearing you are ‘taken’ often will leave you alone out of respect, not for you of course, but for the man who already ‘has’ you.
He walked all the way to the block I lived, talking away, moving closer to my side while I clutched my keys, splayed out between my fingers in one pocket and my cell phone in the other, mind frantically going over my options to get out of this situation. How to get away from this man without angering him. How to get into my apartment without him seeing where I lived.
When I turned the corner of my block I saw that the bodega was open. I told him I had to go to the store and said, again, good night. He followed me into the store, where with witnesses and the store owner who knows my face I had to courage to tell him to stop following me. That I didn’t want him to know where I lived. To go away.
He called me a bitch.
The store owner made him stay in the store long enough for me to dart across the street, duck into my apartment, and lock the door behind me.
I’ve spent most of today going over in my head what I did wrong to get into this situation.
I was stupid to give him a dollar. To speak to him after. To let him walk with me so far. To be so concerned with being polite.
But what that really boils down to is that I, my entire life, have been told that being a woman in public is asking for attention, and once received it is my fault in some way.
I don’t owe anybody conversation, my number, my time. It’s not a complement.
The truly insidious thing about harassment is that in the moment, the potential violence, quiet, persistent and vague threat combine with a world of people telling you that if something bad happens to you it’s YOUR fault. The conditioning women receive to be ‘nice’, be polite, smile for goodness sake (lest, horrors of all horrors we become that horrendous monster, a bitch). All this is why we accept being uncomfortable, being afraid, why we consider how our keys could be used as a weapon.
The man called me a bitch, and my biggest regret today is that I wasn’t a bigger one.
”
- A friend posted this on Facebook yesterday. Personally, I am so sick of rape culture and what it’s doing to us. (via thearetical)
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Thursday, May 15, 2014
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
In the whole wide universe, I met you for a second time. It’s...
In the whole wide universe, I met you for a second time. It’s like something’s binding us together.
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Monday, May 12, 2014
Sunday, May 11, 2014
gcvsa: stagmachine: watch this irish man get tragically...
watch this irish man get tragically crushed by adorable sneezing baby seals
DO NOT WORRY, HUMAN, WE WILL KEEP YOU WARM UNTIL YOUR PARENTS RETURN FOR YOU. I HAVE CALLED FOR HELP.
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harblkun: despairsfortune: asexualrogers: octopiwhalestreet: yoquinto: okay but a story about...
okay but a story about an asexual pirate who gets made fun of by the crew until he saves all of them from sirens
A pirate for the adventure, not the booty
oh my god i want that on a bumper sticker
Trying to pilot a ship here. Thanks.
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fabulousanima: suicidallyreckless: Do you think like when Hogwarts kept sending more and more...
Do you think like
when Hogwarts kept sending more and more letters to Harry in more and more ridiculous ways and Mr. Dursley was losing his mind
that Dumbledore was just sitting in the Headmaster’s office
giggling
But!
All of the letters are actually addressed from Minerva McGonagall.
And now all I can think of McGonagall sitting in her office popping biscuit after biscuit just smirking and folding her hands neatly on her desk.
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chekov-in-a-dress: I want a superhero movie where the hero dies in the first ten minutes and the...
I want a superhero movie where the hero dies in the first ten minutes and the woman who was supposed to be the love interest puts on his costume and becomes an even better hero.
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basedtimelord: rumpledleathertrousers: whitebeltwriter: WHAT...
WHAT IS THIS BEAUTIFUL QUALITY
ELSA-VISION
THIS IS THE ONLY FUCKING FROZEN POST I WILL EVER REBLOG BECAUSE IT IS OBVIOUS THAT WHOMEVER MADE THESE GIFS SOLD THEIR SOUL TO SATAN
THIS LOOKS BETTER THAN THE MOVIE WH AT
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imsorryimovedtoaidanturnerspants: looksomewhereelse: I was...
imsorryimovedtoaidanturnerspants:
I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I made a baby smile. I was wearing this outfit today when I threw my head back and laughed, when I sang in the car with my family, when I filled it with yummy food to keep it healthy.
I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I overheard a woman telling her young daughter who was pointing and laughing that I would get what’s coming to me. I was wearing this outfit today when a woman told a man that it was the wrong kind of attention and that I was asking for someone to get me. I was wearing this outfit today when the same man stared at my body longingly and then agreed with the woman that I was asking for an attack.
I was not wearing this outfit when I was raped. I was wearing a size XXL hoodie and a pair of my mom’s sweatpants, much to the shock of the friend I told after, who asked what she’d been taught to ask: “What were you wearing?”. I feel so terrible for the little girl whose mother was teaching her at the grocery store that she deserved to be assaulted if she dressed comfortably for the weather, which was climbing above 80 degrees, or for an injury, which called for a brace and a boot that doesn’t allow room for long pants, or for her body, because it’s hers and she can put on it what she damn well pleases. I feel terrible for the man who will look me up and down as though I was a 5 for $20 steak deal he might purchase and will immediately after speak to a presumable stranger about the violent fate I deserved. I feel terrible for the woman with fabulous hair who feels she can express herself but refuses to let me do the same.
Summer is coming up. It’s hot outside. I have an injured ankle, and a tight boot and brace to wear on one leg. I will not dress uncomfortably to protect complete strangers who are so offended by an expanse of skin that they console themselves by predicting my next rape.
Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of excused rape. Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of insecurity, inherent shame, and body image distortion which can cause an innumerable amount of incredibly dark issues nearly impossible to overcome.
My body is mine, and I love it. It is the house I live in, with which I will someday create a family, with which I run and dance and hold the strong lungs I use to sing. I refuse to be ashamed of it for any reason, especially the reason being that this culture which glorifies sex and punishes those who have it, which encourages being sexy and then preaches that sexy girls ask for attack, has taught its people that my stomach is a sin.
Please think twice this summer before you choose to say anything at all to or about anyone who wears something they choose to wear. Please think twice before you say that a girl deserves to be raped for wearing shorts. Please try and catch yourself when you think things like that. Please be courteous and gentle and loving, and spend your effort tackling real problems. My stomach and legs are not a real problem.
This. Spread this like wild fire.
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candoramity: You know what I’m grateful for? That they never made movie covers for the Harry Potter...
You know what I’m grateful for? That they never made movie covers for the Harry Potter books. Can we all just take a moment to appreciate that?
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Saturday, May 3, 2014
Sum of the divergent series
Tobias: don’t do that tris
Tris: kk
*does it*
Tobias: I told you not to do that
Tris: oh yeah haha sorry
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