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Hopeful Romantic
I am an imaginative, caring, optimistic, stubborn, intelligent, friendly, romantic, kind-hearted, shy, independent nerd.
Also, I like cupcakes and dragons.
And Harry Potter.
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i’m really sick of the ‘male/female’ natural interest dichotomy. growing up, males are asked to go help fix cars and mow lawns etc. and females aren’t. then, as you get older, men laugh like ‘lol u don’t even know what a radiator is’ and it’s like no we weren’t socialised to ‘like’ that stuff. it’s not because we’re naturally bad at mechanics or physical labour - it’s because we were never taught. they don’t teach us as children but patronize us when, as adults, we don’t know much about it.
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Instead of launching one perfume, Taylor should release 4 perfumes; magic, madness, heaven and sin.
Magic could smell really whimsical, maybe floral
Madness could smell really vivid, maybe a fruity scent
Heaven could smell like vanilla, a really soft and delicate fragrance
and Sin could smell like how red lipstick makes you feel
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The huge amount of pressure on young girls to let their boyfriends get away with everything and not to stand up for themselves, lest they stop being a ‘chill girlfriend’ and instead become a horrible, controlling harpy is such bullshit.
Stop teaching young girls that demanding to be treated with respect and courtesy makes them shrill, over-emotional, or unworthy of listening to.
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i feel like i’ve given birth to my first child
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I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, their smell of beer or fifteen-year-old whiskey. Men who didn’t come to the emergency room with you, men who left on Christmas Eve. Men who slammed the security gates, who made you love them and then changed their minds. Fortresses of boys, their ragged shrubs full of eyes following you, grabbing your breasts, waving their money, eyes already knocking you down, taking what they felt was theirs.
Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Gentlemen,we have to better. We all have room for improvement. (via finegoodsfinefolk)
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