my spotless mind

"We teach girls to shrink themselves
To make themselves smaller
We say to girls,
“You can have ambition
But not too much
You should aim to be successful
But not too successful
Otherwise you will threaten the man.”
Because I am female
I am expected to aspire to marriage
I am expected to make my life choices
Always keeping in mind that
Marriage is the most important
Now marriage can be a source of
Joy and love and mutual support
But why do we teach girls to aspire to marriage
And we don’t teach boys the same?
We raise girls to see each other as competitors
Not for jobs or for accomplishments
Which I think can be a good thing
But for the attention of men
We teach girls that they cannot be sexual beings
In the way that boys are
Feminist: the person who believes in the social
Political, and economic equality of the sexes”
-Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

lonelyworshipper:

Posting a few unfinished scraps from 2013.
I think the female body is beautiful. It is sad so many would label this “inappropriate” or “gross”.

lonelyworshipper:

Posting a few unfinished scraps from 2013.

I think the female body is beautiful. It is sad so many would label this “inappropriate” or “gross”.

(via the-acidfairy)

nentindo:

gf: come over :)

me, professional wrestling promoter, Vince McMahon: i can’t

gf: i’ll have sex with you

me, professional wrestling promoter, Vince McMahon:

image

(via willin0ise)

durrymuncher:

Girl orgasms are like little puppies having dreams boy orgasms are like an elephant getting shot then staggering and falling into a heap

(via yall)


Posy ring with pictogram inscription, ‘Two hands, one heart, Till death us part.’ Made in England in the 17th century (source).

Posy ring with pictogram inscription, ‘Two hands, one heart, Till death us part.’ Made in England in the 17th century (source).

(Source: aleyma, via mohkkkk)

How to love your depressed lover.
Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.
Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again.

—(via c0rktree)

(Source: five--a--day, via mayda-y)