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Got some free shampoo, yo. Get on that #Influenster boat! #sudsyselfie #soapbox

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people: surrogates are so expensive, why don't you just adopt?

me: the omen. bitch did you watch orphan with lilla crawford? shit i want my baby not rosemary's baby.

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So I haven't updated in forever, mainly because I realized that I hate blogging and that nobody really cares that much, lol. But I wanted to share a few things: 1) I have to get upper jaw surgery to widen my bite so hat my teeth will fit together. That space is me trying to bite down all the way. You see the problem. Praise the Father, it's all covered under insurance. 2) you can see that Steve made it down safe and sound, but he damaged the root of the tooth next to him so badly that it's about to break off. I'm getting it replaced in about a month, and they'll put a fake one on a bracket until August. Hopefully insurance will cover this, too, because it wasn't my fault that it happened. 3) see that little metal peg in the back? I just had the surgery wires put in, and those are to hold the rubber bands I'm gonna wear afterwards. 4) I might get some gum work done to lengthen the appearance of my teeth. I'll pay for it. THE END

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Thank you

I sometimes feel like my abuse isn’t Official Real Abuse

everyone else’s abuse is Real Abuse, but mine isn’t

and calling it “abuse” is unfair to people who have been through Real Abuse

so if you sometimes feel that way too

here I am, a person with Real Abuse

saying your abuse is Official Real Abuse

and you are allowed to call it “abuse”

because it is

you are very brave

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My dad loves to talk about the time he took me voting in his town that is about 99% white, and the cute, cheerful highschoolers asked me what my street name was. I said, "Well, my crew calls me La Quisha, but I don't think that's what you're asking". They just sat their with frozen smiles, not exactly knowing what to say next. It was precious. 

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It’s not enough to say: “But I’m a good guy. I don’t marginalize women. I don’t catcall them. I don’t treat them like produce.”   You’re missing the point. Stop making it about you. Accept the fact that an overwhelming number of women are telling you that harassment is a daily part of their existence, and start supporting a shift in behavior.   This isn’t us versus them. Your wives and friends and mothers and daughters are affected by sexism. Try to see it. It’s shockingly prevalent once you really open your eyes.   Reduce your personal tolerance for it.   Stop staying quiet when you hear it.   Make it unacceptable by example.   “But… I’m a good guy.”   Respecting women doesn’t mean being on your best behavior while they’re in the room. Are you a good guy? What are you like when no women are around? The real challenge is to have genuine respect in every moment of your life, not just when people can hear you. For most men, that means changing the way you’ve been taught, and for far too long, allowed to think about women.

Nickerblog: stop (via wilwheaton)

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i really don’t understand why there’s a debate on whether catcalling is flattering or not??? women don’t think it’s flattering. end of story. the fact that there are men that think they can decide how women feel about something is the dumbest thing i’ve ever heard?

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I'm afraid I might be using feminism to fuel my childhood competitive nature with men. Ever since I was six, being outsmarted, outplayed, outsung, or basically bested in anything by a man made me so angry. I can't wait to explore these feelings more to find out where they stem from. #psychology #brainsRawesome

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A woman who says “No thanks, I’ll sleep on the floor”; a woman who freezes up and tenses at your touch; a woman who says “I really don’t want to” and “We really shouldn’t” and “We can’t” and “Please at least wear a condom” is not saying yes to you, and if you would like to pretend that that is unclear, you are a liar, you are being disingenuous, you are lying and you know it.

Mallory Ortberg, "What counts?" (via dolorimeter)

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The Cheetos on the fingertips, tho

i can smell the fedora that wrote this

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Reblog if you're a nobody on Tumblr but you're still very proud of your blog.

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Yeah caseyanthonyofficial needs to calm down ESPECIALLY.

tumblr we are not fucking doing this right now take a day off

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Why we all need feminism. I've learned so much from this community of women and men on Tumblr who wrote things like this.

A Response to ‘Women Against Feminism.’

Imagine this:

The year is 2014. You are a white Western woman. You wake up in the morning in a comfortably sized house or flat. You have a full or part-time job that enables you to pay your rent or mortgage. You have been to school and maybe even college or university as well. You can read and write and count. You own a car or have a driver’s licence. You have enough money in your own bank account to feed and clothe yourself. You have access to the Internet. You can vote. You have a boyfriend or girlfriend of your choosing, who you can also marry if you want to, and raise a family with. You walk down the street wearing whatever you feel like wearing. You can go to bars and clubs and sleep with whomever you want.

Your world is full of freedom and possibility.

Then you pick up a newspaper or go online. You read about angry women ranting about sexism and inequality. You see phrases like ‘rape-culture’ and ‘slut-shaming.’ You furrow your brow and think to yourself: ‘What are they so angry about? There is no such thing as sexism anymore.’

Now imagine this:

The year is 2013. You are a 25 year-old Pakistani woman. A few months ago, you married the man you love. A man you choose for yourself. You are also pregnant with his child. You see your life stretching out before you, filled with hope and happiness. Suddenly, you and your husband are dragged away from each other. You are both beaten with bricks and batons. You can’t fight back. You can’t escape. No one comes to help you. Through your fading vision, you look up, and look into the eyes of one of your assailants: into the eyes of your father.

The year is 2013. You are a 23 year-old Indian woman. You are a physiotherapy student with a promising career ahead of you. You are sitting on a private bus travelling home alone on a warm December evening. You gaze out of the window as the buildings of New Dheli rush past you and feel content. Suddenly, a blunt force hits the back of your head and you fall to the floor of the bus. A group of strange men are standing over you. They bring the metal bar down on you again and again and again until all you can taste is the blood filling up your mouth. You pray that you will die soon. And you do, but not then. You are raped, beaten, and tortured over and over again. Death is slow and agonising.

The year is 2014. You are a 13 year-old girl from Niger. You no longer live there though. You are now living in the neighbouring country Nigeria, sitting alone in small room on a small bed in a small apartment high above the city of Kano. You are not allowed to leave. Your stomach is swollen from the unwanted life growing inside of it. You had no choice. The father is a man in his 40s. He is a businessman. He has bought you as his wife. You were a penniless, uneducated girl when he came for you. You don’t know of any life you could have had. Neither did your family: just one less mouth for them to feed. You still have the body of a child, and it’s straining under the pressure from the one inside of you. You feel like you’re about to be split in two. You don’t wonder if you will survive the birth. A part of you doesn’t want to.

These are fictionalised accounts of real events that have happened to real women living in our world today. They follow the past 250 years of women and men campaigning for women to be given equal rights to men to prevent these kinds of injustices and abuses on the grounds of gender taking place. Over the course of this time, campaigners – Feminists, both female and male – have been locked up, beaten, tortured, and even killed, in the pursuit of equality. They did this with pen and ink and print; they did this with their voices; they did this with their bodies; they did this with art and music; they did in courts of law and halls and houses of government that they fought be to allowed into.

They did this so that women would no longer been seen as property, livestock, breeding machines, sex objects, punching bags, or infantile morons. They did this not just for themselves, but also for their daughters, and their daughters, and their daughters for generations to come. They did this for women they would never meet – women who lived across countries, across vast oceans, across the entire globe, and even across time.

They did this so that women like me – a white Western woman – could attend school and university; to learn to read, write, and think critically; to gain a degree; to get a job and be paid an equal salary to a man in the same position; and to sit here with my own computer and type all of this.

Feminism is a movement for freedom, equality, choice, love, compassion, respect, solidarity, and education. We may argue, we may disagree, we may struggle to understand the choices and perspectives of others sometimes, but these core beliefs of the movement have never changed, and they never will.

That is why I am a Feminist.

If you feel that you have so far lived your life unaffected by even the mildest form of sexism – anything from feeling uncomfortable when a man catcalls you in the street, to feeling scared walking home alone at night in a secluded area – and are treated with love and respect by every man in your life, then to you I say: I’m glad for you. If you don’t think you need feminism, then that is a victory for the movement. You have fulfilled all those dreams that every suffragette being force-fed in prison and every ‘witch’ burnt at the stake dreamed you would one day.

But perhaps take a second to consider the life of the Pakistani woman who was beaten to death by her own family for marrying a man of her choosing. Or the life of the Indian woman who was raped, beaten, and murdered on a bus by a gang of men. Or the life of the little girl in Niger who was sold to a man more than twice her own age and forced to carry a baby that may kill her to deliver. Do they still need feminism?

And perhaps take a second to consider this too: Even in our liberal, Western world, why do women still only fill 24% of senior management jobs? Why are more women than men domestically abused or even killed every week at the hands of their male partner or ex-partner? Why is there still a pay gap (in the UK specifically) of 15% for women doing the same jobs and working the same hours as men?

And what about on a cultural level? Have you ever noticed how comedy panel shows usually only have one female panellist compared to 4-5 male ones? That almost every dieting product on the market is solely aimed at women? How a lot of newspapers and advertising campaigns will use a sexualised or pornographic image of a woman to sell news or products that have nothing to do with sex?

Or perhaps on a personal level: Do you choose to wear certain clothes because you want to or because you feel ‘unfeminine’ if you don’t? Do you choose to cover yourself up because you want to or because you feel ashamed or intimidated by a man looking at your body? Do you shave your legs and underarm hair because you want to or because you will look ‘ugly’ if you don’t? Did you parents dress you in pink as a baby because they liked the colour or because you were born a girl? Do you want to have children because you want to or because you are a woman?

When you look at yourself in the mirror in the morning, do you see yourself through your own eyes, or through the eyes of the men that will look at you when you walk out the door?

The fact is, like it or not, you still live a world where gender matters. Where gender controls not just the entire course of your life – but the lives of women all over the world. Every second, a child will be born female in a country where she will persecuted for this random biological occurrence for the rest of her life. So before you hold up your anti-Feminist placard proudly and smile at your own sense of empowerment, think not what Feminism can do for you, but what it can do for that one girl. She needs someone to stand up for her. That someone could be you.

[ x ]

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I have been waiting off and on for the next three gifs to load and play since 6pm...it is now 12am. I just want to see the yolk break! X(

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Too bad being talented is not as important as your education, foo-el. #doyourhomework

hahaha

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The perfect breakfast

Avocado toast with flax seeds cooking time: 10 minutes

2 slices gluten free toast (udi’s + johann’s are my favorite brands) 1 ripe avocado ½ tbsp ground flax ½ tsp olive oil ½ lime, juiced (optional) sea salt

1. toast bread 2. while toasting, gently smash the avocado with a fork 3. spread avocado on toasted bread then sprinkle with flax seeds + sea salt to taste 4. drizzle with sea salt + lime juice