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whippit-princess:

lasso:



Guys seriously would you LOOK at mini Adam Scott from Boy Meets World circa 1994



was this when he was mayor
Sep 19, 2014 / 161,186 notes

whippit-princess:

lasso:

Guys seriously would you LOOK at mini Adam Scott from Boy Meets World circa 1994

was this when he was mayor

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harperandbray:

{Olgamklnko via instagram}
Sep 19, 2014 / 20,124 notes

harperandbray:

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miyukiohashi:

kiernan shipka
Check out different angle on Instagram!
Sep 19, 2014 / 19 notes

miyukiohashi:

kiernan shipka

Check out different angle on Instagram!

theclotheshorse:

Audrey of Frassy

THIS OUTFIT
Sep 18, 2014 / 189 notes

theclotheshorse:

Audrey of Frassy

THIS OUTFIT

littleteashi:

Feelings Pouring Out.
Sep 18, 2014 / 160 notes

littleteashi:

Feelings Pouring Out.

Sep 18, 2014 / 5,654 notes
  • sext: are you for or against the Oxford comma?
Sep 18, 2014 / 426,243 notes

grilledcheese4evr:

petalpunx:

stay away from people who make you feel like you are hard to love

This is the most important thing I have ever read.

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Sep 18, 2014 / 28,329 notes

notfuckingcishet:

Emma Sulkowicz. 

(x)

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Sep 18, 2014 / 125,188 notes

exgynocraticgrrl:

Breaking The Male Code: After Steubenville, A Call To Action

 (Left to Right): Peter Buffett, Jimmie Briggs, Joe Ehrmann, Tony Porter,
 Dave Zirin and Moderator Eve Ensler.

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If you are female, expressing hatred for your own body is not just acceptable, it’s practically de rigeur. Failure to indulge in the requisite amount of self-flagellation – my thighs! my skin! my face! – isn’t just negligent, it’s unfeminine. Self-hatred is fundamental to how femininity is constructed, more fundamental than any of the more obvious external symbols (dress, make-up, shoes). What matters is not that you are beautiful, but you know your place in the beauty hierarchy (and since every woman ages, every woman’s place will eventually be somewhere at the bottom).

Young women are encouraged to bond over their dislike of excess body hair, surplus flesh and “uneven” skin. They are meant to do so in a jovial way, egged on by perky adverts informing them what “real women” do: worry about having underarms beautiful enough for a sleeveless top, celebrate curves with apologetic booty shakes and cackle ruefully over miserable Sex-and-the-City-style lunches of Ryvita and Dulcolax. It’s a gendered ritual; men get football and booze, women get control pants and detoxes. We are supposed, of course, to be grateful. Hey, you don’t have to be perfect! Just know you’re not perfect and act accordingly, with the appropriate levels of guilt and shame!

Fairy tale after fairy tale tells us that what matters is being beautiful “on the inside” but what does that really mean? It means submission, obedience and the suppression of one’s own desires. Don’t be haughty and proud. Clean the hearth. Kiss the frog. Love the beast. Suck it up when you’re replaced by a younger model. Sure, you may look fine, but you mustn’t feel fine. You mustn’t be vain. You mustn’t be angry. All fury and pain must be turned back on itself. That way you’ll be a real princess: silent, fragile and never threatening to challenge the status quo.

Sep 18, 2014 / 5,641 notes