a lasagna of difficulty: elizabitchtaylor: film... →
elizabitchtaylor: film about a group of men getting into shenanigans= “comedy” film about a group of women getting into shenanigans= “chick flick” film about a friendship between two men= “buddy flick” film about a friendship between two women= “chick flick” emotional film about…
You're awful, I love you: Dudes, Stop Talking... →
cgdageek: lizdexia: There are a lot of things guys do that bug the shit out of me. Don’t get me wrong — I’m still attracted to them as a gender, but I’ve got a constantly-growing list of actions and qualities that make me totally not-attracted to individual dudes, and I think that…
to the girl in the white sedan
all the faith i’ve got left, i’m givin’ it to you. you don’t understand, but you don’t have to. i couldn’t tell if you were smiling, but the way you smoked was genuine. just leaned back into the passenger seat and inhaled while he talked on and on, and you just kept the cigarette to your lips, steady smoke and steady love. this faith is a cigarette you either...
gromdork: hanksypanky: 100newfears: and then romeo-kun and juliet-chan inevitably committed the seppuku sugoi. what light through the window comes, desu? it is the east, and my waifu is the sun. did my kokoro doki till now? forswear it, sight! for i ne’er saw true kawaii till this night.
Emma Stone: But people do always ask that. They ask who is my style icon, what's the one thing that I can't leave my house without. I'm always like, "My clothes!" I can pretty much leave without anything. It's fine as long as I'm not naked.
Andrew Garfield: I don't get asked that—
Emma Stone: You get asked interesting, poignant questions because you are a boy.
Teen Vogue: It's sexism.
Emma Stone: It is sexism.
A woman’s worst nightmare? That’s pretty easy. Novelist Margaret Atwood writes...– Mary Dickson This reminds me of a discussion we had in school, and one girl was talking about living in fear of her safety because she is a girl, and this guy chimed in and was all “It’s hard for guys too! I’m so awkward around girls! It’s embarrassing!” Yeah, not the same thing, exactly? (via...
this is our hurricane love
we are rough around the edges, soft where it hurts. we are lovers who ache and sway in time to the ages, roll from one side of the bed to the other, pull each other close in embrace and then push our arms apart, untangle our legs, become two again. this is our hurricane love. fighting against and for each other, the hitching of our voices and then silence at the intersection. the stoplight turned...
Jessica Valenti: Female bodies as "distracting":... →
jessicavalenti: I’ve been amazed at the number of comments that just don’t get it over at my post at The Nation on the way dress codes can discriminate against women. (And the way school administrators and faculty can use said code to sexually harass young women.) What’s been truly interesting to me is the…
from the center,
where do i go from here? this is what i really want to ask, but i can’t because there is no answer. not for somebody like me, not for this wanderer, not for this bedridden homeless fucking goddamn loser, fuck. how am i supposed to move from this place? how am i ever going to stop sitting on her ikea couch, stop telling her things that i don’t even understand, how am i going to be able...
i feel like most of my nights start out with good intentions and a peaceful mood, but as i delve into the later hours, the self-loathing kicks in and stays for good.
[F]or the first several years the SAT was offered, males scored higher than...– Gender Bias in College Admissions Tests We were told our English Lang GCSEs were often about sport or politics because boys often underperformed in that exam. I can’t even fathom the number of things wrong with this kind of thinking. (via benedictatorship) I don’t understand how this is...
Loneliness does not come from being alone, but from being unable to communicate...– Carl Jung (via bruisingfetish)
all of a sudden:
all of a sudden she just didn’t seem to care, like all of the color in her world had been traded for grey. one day she was curled up in the bathtub weeping into the noiseless water, the next she went for a drive without a single expression on her face. she gave up, all of a sudden on some day, she threw up her arms like white flags and her body waved in the wind. her life, her beautiful...