Douglas Coupland (via loveyourchaos
I’ve never been able to put these precise thoughts into words, but omfg how true. Maybe a part of me didn’t want to admit how little you really cared.
This pattern — women can dress like men, but men don’t dress like women — suggests that there is, in fact, something demeaning, ridiculous, or subordinating about presenting oneself to the male gaze. Most men feel stupid, gross, or vulnerable when they do it. This isn’t just about conformity to different gendered expectations. If it were just about difference women would feel equally weird dressing in men’s clothes. Instead, when women adopt masculine ways of dressing and moving, they often feel empowered.
So, when men do femininity they feel ridiculous and when women do masculinity they feel awesome. This is what gender inequality looks like.” —
can i print this and hang it up everywhere?
yes, this. especially as a genderfluid person, for the longest time even the thought of dressing up in women’s clothing was a no-no for me, but still, there’s a society-put break in my head of not being able to wear said clothing in public, though I sometimes would want to
The music was just beautiful and moving, but I wish I had been in a better mood. My mom said that Gwyneth Paltrow was behind me in the bathroom, but I didn’t realize. :^]
My mom pointed out these things called ghost bikes yesterday. They’re spray painted white and chained where ever a bicyclist has been killed. My mom noted that none of the parts were stolen from any of them. It made me realize that often time we humans respect dead people more than flesh and blood people for supersticious reasons.
Shall be exaaa-al-a-aa-al-a-aaaallted!
Every mountain shall be exalted!
This dumb fuck on there is like “we’re seeing all kinds of weather patterns that have never happened before, such as flooding”. Oh really? Noah wasn’t forced to float on a boat for years because of a gigantic flood that happened long ago? This shit is just stupid. Luckily I’m putting on an imax movie about the Hubble telescope, it should be much better.
If I were a fruit, I’d be a lemon.
Pleasant looking on the outside,
A tongue twister and sour on the inside.
I taste best diluted in tea at brunch.
You know I have a punch,
but those brave souls who eat me whole,
I commend and love you all.
I really never meant to be so bitter,
but I kinda like it.
I should go to sleep now. Hooray for half-asleep poetry.
get out of my brain and stay out forever.
My mouth was a crib
And it was growing lies
I didn’t know what love was on that day
Her hearts a tiny blood clot
I picked at it, it never heals, it never goes away