i have a soft tummy and acne scars and my voice is not always low and sweet and my clothes are not always well-coordinated or even clean and my lipstick smears and my eyeliner runs and i still get overwhelmed and disappointed sometimes. but some nights i feel lovely and happy and as if, maybe, i’m getting the hang of this whole existence thing, and i’ve begun to realize i have time to get the hang of all this, and i don’t need to be perfect. i just need to be. 

Thus, the logic of the feminist argument to “Teach men not to rape” is revealed.

Yes because it’s such a radical notion to expect rapists to control themselves.

Uh, we do tell thieves not to rob, though. We actually spend a lot of energy teaching kids that stealing is wrong. We keep trying to teach them it’s wrong through their teens and adult years.

And when someone gets robbed? Cops don’t ask them if their front door was locked. They don’t ask them if they invited the thief into their house and maybe said the thief was free to take things before changing their mind the next day. And this is true even though sometimes people do get robbed by folks they invite in under false pretenses.

Cops and lawyers and judges don’t work together to make people who get robbed feel like shit for not installing extra security systems or putting bars on their windows. They don’t use people’s former history of inviting neighbors in and letting them borrow stuff to argue that they had no right to expect someone to respect their property. The media doesn’t talk about how the thief’s promising life was ruined by their victim’s decision to prosecute.

Your metaphor is bad and you should feel bad.

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Mayday Parade - “I Swear This Time I Mean It” (acoustic)

#CHRIS EVANS: THE BOOB MENACE #CHRIS EVANS: ATTACK OF THE BOOB GRAB #CHRIS EVANS: THE BOOB GRAB STRIKES BACK #CHRIS EVANS: RETURN OF THE LEFT BOOB GRAB #A THRILLING SAGA

pencil sketches

Miss mysterious, who are you? Who’s the girl behind those eyes? Just a stranger in disguise.. Miss mysterious, who could you be? Was the ghost of what we had? Did you erase it from your past? So I pointed in every direction looking for answers I’ll never know. I said go, run for your life, and tell me I’m right. Or let me know when your heart went up. I said go, run for your life, and tell me I’m right. The saying goes, “If you love someone, let them go” Miss mysterious, may I ask? Does his sunshine lack my rain? Does your pleasure lack my pain? So delirious, casting your stones. With the blood through to my veins, hoping that you’ll lose your aim. Well, it looks so bright with the lights out. I guess our stars forgot how to glow.

CANT RISK IT

beyonce could be taking a shit right now 

raise your hand if you’re tired and sad and wanna make out with a boy