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u know when ur getting dressed and ur just in ur tights and bra and its like wow…this is a lük..shall i just leave it like this..but u are forced into the drapes of societal norms
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when u lay on your side and ur bra shifts halfway around the world
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imagine if girls used the same style of joke to degrade men like “cool story bro now go chop some lumber”
GO CHOP SOME LUMBER
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“what r u doing out of the garage go fix my car”
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“Don’t you have something to fix somewhere.”
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recent studies reveal that 100% of abortions are performed on women who do not wish to be pregnant and 0% of abortions are performed on conservative republican men
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found in a men’s washroom at Western University in London, Ontario EDIT: this sticker was made by tumblr-user gaaaaaaahghjgakjgjghj
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The importance of consent: a narrative.
Source: mariedeflor
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why do so many men speak to you like they’re giving a ted talk
I need a frame of reference here
go and find the nearest man who’s read one book and talk to him
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Ancora Open 2014: Rifle Line
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When you fall in love, it is discovering the ocean after years of puddle jumping.
Sarah Kay “The Type” (via kaitscadence)
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Source: akifkichloo.com
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Here and now, I have only these hands,
this mouth, this skin as wide as a shoreline,
this beehive between my ears, this buzz, this buzz.
You are the best thing I never planned.
This is the widest I can stretch my arms without
dropping things. This is the first time I don’t care
if I drop things. This is what dropping
things feels like. This is what happens when
the flowers wake up on morning and decide to
smell human: it confuses us, makes us
reach backwards into places that are sharp,
feel around for things we’ve dropped. I have
forgotten what I was looking for. It doesn’t
seem important. You brought me flowers.
You made the bed. This is the widest I can
stretch my arms. This is all I have right now.
Sarah Kay, “Here and Now” (via pniepple)
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I will love you with too many commas,
but never any asterisks
Sarah Kay - Love Poem #137 (via tellmewhatmyfistskeepwriting)
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Is there a word for the moment you win tug-of-war? When the weight gives, and all that extra rope comes hurtling towards you, how even though you’ve won, you still end up with muddy knees and burns on your hands? Is there a word for that? I wish there was.
Sarah Kay, No Matter the Wreckage (via quoted-books)
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Everyone is looking at you looking at him.
Everyone can tell. He can tell. So you
spend most of your time not looking at him.
The wallpaper, the floor, there are cracks
in the ceiling. Someone has left a can of
iced tea in the corner, it is half-empty
I mean half-full. There are four light bulbs
in the standing lamp, there is a fan. You
are counting things to keep from looking
at him. Five chairs, two laptops, someone’s
umbrella, a hat. People are talking so you
look at their faces. This is a good trick. They
will think you are listening to them and not
thinking about him. Now he is talking. So
you look away. The cracks in the ceiling are
in the shape of a whale or maybe an elephant
with a fat trunk. If he ever falls in love with
you, you will lie on your backs in a field
somewhere and look up at the sky and he will
say, Baby, look at that silly cloud, it is a whale!
and you will say, Baby, that is an elephant
with a fat trunk, and you will argue for a bit
but he will love you anyway.
He is asking a question now and no one has
answered it yet. So you lower your eyes from
the plaster and say, The twenty-first, I think,
and he smiles and says, Oh, cool, and you
smile back, and you cannot stop your smiling,
oh, you cannot stop your smile.
On The Discomfort Of Being In The Same Room As The Boy You Like, Sarah Kay (via poetryisanemotioninwords)
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My world was the size of a crayon box, and it took every colour to draw her.
Sarah Kay (via observando)