mirahxox:

fallinassbutt:

lolbatty:

i literally cannot decide if this is negative propaganda or not lol

Pill Poppin’Penis Lovin’Satan’s Girl!
I need this on a tshirt

pill poppin’penis lovin’Satan’s girl.This is everything I’ve always wanted anyone to call me. Ever.

mirahxox:

fallinassbutt:

lolbatty:

i literally cannot decide if this is negative propaganda or not lol

Pill Poppin’
Penis Lovin’
Satan’s Girl!

I need this on a tshirt

pill poppin’
penis lovin’
Satan’s girl.

This is everything I’ve always wanted anyone to call me. Ever.

(Source: chabeonsky)

Man, I had a lot of angst two years ago.

50% of me wants to be the type of girl who does yoga at night, and drinks green tea, and reads books, and wears cute pyjamas, and stays at home; while the other 50% of me wants to wear my sexiest outfit and go out doing lines of cocaine off strippers racks while dancing to dirty music until I black out. 

(Source: acid-in-wonderland)

" We were discussing homosexuality because of an allusion to it in the book we were reading, and several boys made comments such as, “That’s disgusting.” We got into the debate and eventually a boy admitted that he was terrified/disgusted when he was once sharing a taxi and the other male passenger made a pass at him. The lightbulb went off. “Oh,” I said. “I get it. See, you are afraid, because for the first time in your life you have found yourself a victim of unwanted sexual advances by someone who has the physical ability to use force against you.” The boy nodded and shuddered visibly.“But,” I continued. “As a woman, you learn to live with that from the time you are fourteen, and it never stops. We live with that fear every day of our lives. Every man walking through the parking garage the same time you are is either just a harmless stranger or a potential rapist. Every time.” The girls in the room nodded, agreeing. The boys seemed genuinely shocked. “So think about that the next time you hit on a girl. Maybe, like you in the taxi, she doesn’t actually want you to.” "

" I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words. "

- (via crushedpearl)

(Source: freckledhips)


Two lovers kissing during a police protest

Two lovers kissing during a police protest

(Source: forthe--thrillofit)

Redefining Body Image: Feminism's End Game is for All Women to be Fat Sluts

naamahdarling:

I’d flay this guy alive in commentary, but if you look at the rest of his Tumblr, he is so fucking pathetic it doesn’t seem fair.

He’s just pissed because the world isn’t kissing as much white male ass as it used to, and women are realizing that we don’t have to conform to…