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igetje:

femforthought:

queerlilly:

"without us you wouldn’t have any rights!" without you we wouldn’t have to fight for them

Always this. Always.

"Remember that men gave women the right to vote!"

And remember that men should never have been at such a social and political advantage as to be able to literally give and take away rights from groups of people.

fuckin tell ‘em

14 minutes ago on September 2nd, 2014 | J | 142,896 notes
boesed:

laughinghieroglyphic:

Whoa. The MLA has officially devised a standard format to cite tweets in an academic paper. Sign of the times.

ebooks, Horse. (horse_ebooks). “Leg Butt” 18 Nov 2011, 12:38 PM. Tweet.

boesed:

laughinghieroglyphic:

Whoa. The MLA has officially devised a standard format to cite tweets in an academic paper. Sign of the times.

ebooks, Horse. (horse_ebooks). “Leg Butt” 18 Nov 2011, 12:38 PM. Tweet.

29 minutes ago on September 2nd, 2014 | J | 258,041 notes

elvendcrk:

wearethemidnightones:

regulus-blacks-locket:

umbrellasarecool:

khal-blaine:

merrinator:

Things I will forever be upset about:

1. I don’t know what my Patronus is
2. I don’t know what Amortentia smells like to me

3. I don’t know what I’d see in the Mirror of Erised

4. I don’t know what my Boggart would be

5. I don’t know for sure what house I would be in

6. I don’t know the specifications of my wand are.

7. I’M NOT A WITCH

31 minutes ago on September 2nd, 2014 | J | 346,447 notes

Sherlock + text posts  [part 2/?]

Sherlock + text posts [part 2/?]

33 minutes ago on September 2nd, 2014 | J | 159 notes

tehhufflepuffcompanion:

Spoiler alert: adulthood is 96% of you going “well, I hope this is how it works and I’ll keep doing it till someone yells at me”

42 minutes ago on September 2nd, 2014 | J | 51,599 notes

It’s Monday. I’m going home at 6pm and a middle aged man and a teenage boy are the only people left on the bus with me. I consider the fact that because the driver is also a man I am the only person left on the bus with the correct genetic makeup for boobs. I’m automatically scared, scared because of my own anatomy. I wonder how old I was when I realized that my own body was going to be the cause of the constant anxiety and fear I feel in situations like this. I get off at the last stop and the older man smiles at me while following me up the street. His smile drips, drips, drips and my heart is pounding, pounding, pounding. He turns off down another road, but I run the rest of the way home.

Not all men.

I’m at home on a Tuesday, beginning to plan the travels I want to go on next year. I dream of wandering the streets and meeting strangers. I just can’t wait to escape the city I’ve lived in for 17 long years. But… my mum is hesitant. She’s forever worried about the danger that being a young girl traveling alone can bring. I’ll be alone and she’s scared. Surely I’m invincible. I feel invincible. But I know, I know this danger is real and I can’t help but think to myself, if I feel unsafe in my own city, how am i going to feel in a strange place with strange men who don’t speak the same language as me? If I was my brother planning this, I would probably just be wondering if European girls are going to be hot.

Not all men.

Wednesday is a beautiful sunny day but I’ve always been told that I don’t have a “nice enough body” to wear a bikini on the beach. Ever since I was 6 years old I’ve thought that having tummy fat was ugly. That skin that doesn’t have a perfectly golden glow is undesirable. I amble to a clear patch of sand in my one piece and I can feel pairs of eyes latching onto me. Hairy men in speedos who I don’t look twice at eat into my body with their stares. I’m a piece of meat. I am a piece of meat? I am here for their amusement. Please don’t let me be eaten alive.

Not all men.

Thursday night two friends and I are walking to our god damn school dance when we hear “Jesus look at you! You sluts heading to a pole?” These words snarl out of the mouth of a respectably dressed man and we stop in horror. Shivers roll up my back in fear. It’s dark. We are alone. What. Do. We. Do??? One of us pulls the finger back. I can never be sure how quickly a sexist man can get angry so we walk quickly away. We’re angry, so so angry. But also so… deflated. I wonder if we deserve this shame.

Not all men.

Sitting on the internet, Friday night and scrolling down my Facebook newsfeed:

“Haha, good job at the game today bro. You RAPED them!”
“Damn with tits like that, you’re asking for it :P”

Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…

I’m shrinking and shrinking and shrinking and I want to CRY because these boys don’t realize how small they make me feel with just pressing a few keys. I see these boys on the streets, I talk to these boys, I laugh with these boys. Dear GOD, dear GOD i hope these boys don’t think actions speak louder than words…

Not all men.

Three rules that have been drilled into me since I was young run through my mind at 1.30am on a Satur… Sunday Morning:

-Don’t ever talk to strange men
-Don’t ever be alone at night in a strange place
-Don’t ever get into a car with a stranger

I break all 3 of these laws as I pull open the taxi door. Making light conversation with the driver, he doesn’t see my sweaty hand clutching the small pocket knife I keep hidden on me at all times. He doesn’t even realize the fear I feel at his mere presence. He cannot comprehend it, he never will. How easy would this 15 minute car ride be if I was born a boy?

Not all men.

It comes to Sunday, another snoozy, sleepy, Sunday and someone has the AUDACITY to tell me not all men are rapists. I say nothing.

I’m a 17 year old girl.
When I am walking alone and it’s dark, it’s all men.
When I am in a car with a man I don’t know well, it’s all men.
When men drunkenly leer at me on the streets, it’s all men.
When a boy won’t leave me alone at a party, it’s all men.

Not all men are rapists. But for a young girl like me? Every one of them has the potential to be.

Not.
All.
Men.

a piece i wrote for an english assignment about my personal experiences with rape culture, in particular with the saying “not all men” which i know has been makin a lot of controversy on the internet recently! idk just wanted to share (via trueho)
44 minutes ago on September 2nd, 2014 | J | 103,987 notes

glutenfreewaffles:

Do you ever have suCH A GOOD FAN FICTION IDEA

AND THEN

YOU CAN’T FUCKING WRITE IT BECAUSE THIS IDEA IS SO GOOD IT DESERVES AT LEAST 65,293 WORDS AND YOU KNOW YOU CAN’T GIVE IT THAT. 

1 hour ago on September 2nd, 2014 | J | 47,328 notes

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1 hour ago on September 2nd, 2014 | J | 39,301 notes

danwasonfireonce:

danwasonfireonce:

danwasonfireonce:

I JUST FOUND OUT THAT TWO OF MY “HETEROSEXUAL” GUY BEST FRIENDS WERE FUCKING EACH OTHER AND MY BEST FRIEND CAUGHT THEM IM CHOKING 

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this is the best day ever 

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of course you are

2 hours ago on September 2nd, 2014 | J | 387,905 notes

justrollinon:

feedthenose:

sorry cant quite hear u over how cute i am ???? 

First of all. Hell yes this person is cute. Secondly - anons like this attacking the appearances of other disabled people makes my blood boil. I would like to tell myself that anons like this come from immature able bodied teenagers who lack common sense and empathy toward others but the reality is, even grown adults think similar ways about the lives and bodies of disabled people. It’s absurd, disgusting and cowardly that any person would send anon hate to others for any unjustifiable reason but especially when it comes to physical characteristics that the individual cannot control.
Sure, tell me again how ableism, hatred and ignorance toward disabled people doesn’t exist. Of course to those who claim this, it doesn’t exist.. would you like to know why? because they would rather that we didn’t exist or we are already invisible to them

2 hours ago on September 2nd, 2014 | J | 14,439 notes