December 2010
babesftw:
JEWS.
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“Fuck these patriarchal beauty standards”. I hear you loud and clear, but women...”
– Lamesha, Grrrl Perspective (via tulletulle)
“They’ve got their little categories, like ‘conscious’ and ‘gangsta’. It used to...”
– Mos Def on being called a “conscious rapper” (stolen from wiki) PREACH! (via dominickbrady)
“Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not,
and a sense...”
– Oscar Wilde (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
Businessman.
I’ve decided to major in public relations as well as business. I’ve also decided to learn Spanish, and Japanese, since I’ll be concluding my French studies this year. It is time I begin to believe in myself once more, and pushing my self to my intellectual limits should prove most beneficial to that end.
Now, time for me to spend some much-needed time with this management...
Astronomers Find First Evidence Of Multiverse: Our... →
This is why I love Shelby.
“Shut the fuck up. You’re beautiful and everyone knows you know it.”
"Sucking my dick is an offense punishable by FUCK...
I realize that I’m wearing a mesh shirt and a leather coat.
I also realize that people connote my tendency to prefer that my skin is shown and my clothing tight as a desperate cry for attention.
Please, come off of that idea.
I dress to please my own eyes. I happen to be quite infatuated with my body, and all of the lovely things I can do with it. I happen to be quite content with the way...
It’s not my fucking job not to be raped →
Men rape women because they feel entitled to our bodies. Not because of what we wear, or how much we drink, or whether or not we’ve “led them on.” Men all across America see scantily clad women everyday and don’t rape them. Men go on dates and pay for dinners and make out with ladies and don’t rape them when they decline sex. Men even have sex, naked sex, with full-on naked women and then...
Quand j'etais un petit garcon...
When I was a young boy, I didn’t really have friends. I remember that I would retreat into books, and art, to socialize with the imaginary people there. I remember that I felt a personal connection to Harry Potter, for example, and I would spend all of my days wondering what it would be like to be one of his friends. I remember that I would spend days and days writing stories about super...
Of Ropes, and Iron Anchors, and Friends, and...
Recently, it dawned on me that I have largely lost touch with what it means to truly sacrifice oneself for the good of those around me. This is odd, because it is that sort of self-sacrifice which has always been at the epicenter of my being. I have always had this uncanny ability to take the lead of situations. I’ve always been quite apt at developing something of a following without...