I am learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things not meant for me.
(via awelltraveledwoman)
I am learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things not meant for me.
I love girls who are proud and uninhibited about their intelligence and will brag about their accomplishments and take no shit from pretentious boys who look down on women in their field. girls who are outspoken and a bit arrogant and ambitious in a world where we are told that we must hide our intellect and to always put the needs of others (i.e. men) in front of our own are amazing
you know what pisses me off most about this election?
Hilary Clinton would win by a fucking landslide if she was a man and you all know it
do u ever see a candid photo of urself and realize u actually have zero fucking clue what you really look like
so sick of looking at my purse and not seeing $20,000
Yall thinking Trump’s run for the presidency is over the same way yall thought Brexit wouldn’t happen. Yall gon stay yall lazy asses home on November 8th and wake up to a nightmare on the 9th.
As a Brit, EXACTLY THIS. People thought Brexit wouldn’t happen, so they either stayed home or they voted for Brexit to protest while thinking they were still safe and would stay in the EU. And now we’re leaving Europe, our currency is worth less and less all the time, stuff is already getting more and more expensive here and hate crime rates are exploding.
You CANNOT count on ANYTHING in an election. Trump is not out of the race until Hillary Clinton is voted President. You HAVE to vote. Don’t protest vote, don’t third party vote, don’t stay at home. We screwed up here in Britain – you don’t have to.
I finally forgot all about you, and now you keep trying to fight your way back into my life.
I like how men tell us that periods are somehow simultaneously “not that bad” and also bad enough that we shouldn’t be allowed to hold positions of power.
This is a very important and powerful text post.
“Every girl is gonna be Harley Quinn this year”, you proclaim
As though there haven’t been a thousand Jokers at every Halloween party since an inordinate amount of men thought they could do a brilliant Heath Ledger impression
And as though there aren’t a million guys just whipping out the suit they got for a funeral for a last minute James Bond every year
And as though every media convention isn’t infested with infinity Deadpools all trying to be the most Deadpool of Deadpools to the point at which every other attendee develops a Deadpool shaped blind spot in the corner of their eye to completely phase out the swarm of Deadpools
We don’t mention those dudes because we’re cool with it. It’s completely fine. It’s all good, we’re just like, okay, yeah, cool Joker outfit, neat James Bond, nice attention to detail on that Deadpool
And that’s how it should be, like, whatever, you bought the costume with your own money and put it on your own body, it’s entirely inoffensive and completely respectful to everybody, we’re all happy in this situation
But when there’s a popular costume for women, suddenly it’s a big deal and a terrible awful thing
And it’s like, we COULD talk about how fucked up it is that oversexualised costumes get marketed to young girls, we COULD talk about how fucked up it is that there are still completely culturally insensitive racist costumes readily available at practically any costume shop, we COULD talk about how an absurd amount of costumes simultaneously fetishize and demonize mentally ill people
But nah
Instead we shame women for wearing a costume that they bought with their own money and put on their own body, that’s entirely inoffensive and completely respectful to everybody, and we pretend not to notice the double standards at play
no offense but weddings seem way too public for my introverted ass im gonna get married at midnight in the desert my lover will be lucky if i even manage to invite them to our wedding