– Ancient Mexican Proverb (via karinavonpeet)
'Sex' doesn't sell. Erosion of female self esteem does. The feeling of superiority over women does. Turning women into 'things' to be studied, scrutinized & judged and then calling it 'sex' does.
Sex doesn’t sell. Objectification does”
– Sadiqa Thornton (via internetexplorers)
Missy Elliott x David LaChapelle
“Make no mistake, when school administrators patrol hallways checking out the legs, arms, shoulders and skin of 10- and 11-year-old girls, and micromanaging their appearance, they are objectifying them and encouraging them to self-objectify in the same way that popular media or purity cultures do.”
– Soraya Chemaly, School Dress Codes: The Funny-Not-Funny Video You Have to See (via joffi)
marriage should be between deez nutz!!! cause they are insperable in da sac
Here is the demo for the Steven Universe Theme Song!
Arrangement by Jeff Liu, vocals and omnichord by Rebecca Sugar.
Here are the chords!
G, B7, C, Cm,
G, B7, C7, Cm,
im in awe
False rape accusations are an anomaly.
True rape accusations are a norm.
You’re, quite literally, more likely to be killed by a comet than falsely accused of rape.
Re-blog now, read later.
"Because 1 in 33 men will be raped in his lifetime, men are 82,000x more likely to be raped than falsely accused of rape. It seems many of us would do well to pay more attention to how rape culture affects us all than be paranoid about false accusers.”
EVER has a right to touch you if you don’t want to be touched.
Not your husband. Not your fiance. Not your boyfriend. Not your partner. Not your friends. Not even your own family.
You are a person and your body is your own. And it’s a privilege if you allow someone to touch it.
A god damn privilege that can be snatched up and you don’t owe anyone a reason but that it’s your body and only YOUR body.
When it is but it aint
Some of us love badly. Sometimes the love is the type of love that implodes. Folds in on itself. Eats its insides. Turns wine to poison. Behaves poorly in restaurants. Drinks. Kisses other people. Comes back to your bed at 4am smelling like everything outside. Asks about your ex. Is jealous of your ex. Thinks everyone a rival. Some of us love others badly, love ourselves worse. Some of us love horrid, love beastly. Love sick love anti light. Sometimes the love can’t go home at night, can’t sleep with itself cannot contain itself, catches fire, destroys the belly, strips buildings, goes missing. Punches. Smashes heirlooms. Tells lies. The best lies. Fucks around. Writes poems, impresses people. Chases lovers into corners. Leaves them longing. Sea sick. Says yes. Means anything but. Tricks the body. Kills the body. Dances wild and walks away, smiling.
– Yrsa Daley-Ward (via yrsadaleyward)