sicklysatisfied:

2:32 a.m on We Heart Ithttp://weheartit.com/entry/127907991/via/Memories_and_Bowties

lill-ac:

maybe if you came and fell asleep next to me I wouldn’t be so sad

It's not "rape culture" if rape doesn't take place

motherof-kittens:

womenagainstfeminism:

A guy staring at your boobs is not rape culture.

A catcall may be offensive, but it is not rape.

It’s not rape culture if you are offended, but never actually raped.

Feminists hate male heterosexuality so much that they want to equate it with…

Speechless


Eye Button Artwork by Elodie Antoine
Criminal Minds - Baptised By Dub

absolute tune <3

  • Woman: I'm smart
  • Patriarchy: Well you're probably ugly then
  • Woman: I'm creative
  • Patriarchy: You mean unattractive right?
  • Woman: I have all these incredible accomplishments
  • Patriarchy: Yeah but look how ugly you looked doing them
  • Woman: I have value
  • Patriarchy: Not if you're ugly lol
  • Woman: I'm conventionally-attractive &amp; posted selfies on my blog
  • Patriarchy: I'm so sick of these empty-headed chicks only caring about their looks. Just because you are attractive and get attention from men doesn't mean you are special or deserve respect. Why don't you read a book or do something productive with your life you dumb slut
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Lady with a Fur by El Greco (1541-1614)
oil on canvas, 1577-1580
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    alchemists:

    moment of silence for all my wasted potential

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    Sisters

    I am a sister and I want to be free…

    Free from the hate that surrounds our society,
    Free from the judgmental eyes that deny me, 
    Free from the vultures who wish to torment me,
    Free from the model of how I ‘Should be’

    Free from the tabloids and who wore it better,
    I’m seen as a prude if I wear a sweater,
    But if it’s a skirt then I’m a sket, yeah? 
    All of this noise in unwanted pressure.

    Think of your daughter, you love her to bits,
    How do you think she copes with all of this?
    She picks up the latest trendy fashion mag, 
    She pays three pound seventy and puts it in her bag, 
    All of her friends, they like to brag,
    Of who is the fittest, of who gets the shag,
    All of this anguish is becoming a drag, 
    She goes to her room and sparks up a fag.

    She looks in the mirror and what’s the reflection?
    She’s been brainwashed by images of so called perfection,
    She’s not a size twelve and feels the rejection,
    Of the fashionista elite who display this projection.
    She puts out her fag and starts her inspection,
    From the fat on her thigh to her uneven complexion,
    She feels isolated, like she’s the exception,
    She measures her features and wonders how to correct them.

    She turns to her wardrobe and breaths through her nose, 
    She opens the door and pulls out her clothes,
    They’re not nice enough so her anger grows,
    Now in a state of self-loathing, she cannot compose.
    She screams ‘for fuck sake’ with eyes full of tears,
    She’s in a dark place surrounded by fears,
    With no one to turn to, not one of her peers,
    She turns to a blade in hope the pain disappears. 

    This world isn’t fair on our younger sisters,
    Too much pressure to be one of the hipsters,
    How long until we’re finally free?
    How long until it’s okay to be me.

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