cillianhelps:

i bet juliet capulet would be that facebook girl who claims to be in love with her boyfriend of two weeks and says “age is just a number!!!!1!!”

and mercutio would be that friend that comments “and jail is just a room”

z-v-k:

singthiswithme:

I was supposed to watch the eclipse on top of a hill with someone tonight, but I suppose it was just as nice in my backyard with a hangover
really though, when you’re staring at something so far away from yourself, details don’t really seem to matter

Can’t believe I’m missing this because of the cloud cover!

z-v-k:

singthiswithme:

I was supposed to watch the eclipse on top of a hill with someone tonight, but I suppose it was just as nice in my backyard with a hangover

really though, when you’re staring at something so far away from yourself, details don’t really seem to matter

Can’t believe I’m missing this because of the cloud cover!

I’m tired of talking about feminism to men.

I’m tired of explaining to men that the feminist movement will, in fact, benefit them as well as women. I’m tired of trying to hawk gender equality like I’m some kind of car salesman showing off a shiny new sedan, explaining all of its bells and whistles. I’m tired of smiling through a thousand thoughtless microaggressions, tired of providing countless pieces of evidence, tired of being questioned on every. single. damn. thing. I’m tired of proving that microaggressions exist, tired of proving that I’m unfairly questioned and asked for proof. For a movement that’s centered around the advancement and empowerment of women, why do I feel like I’m supposed to spend so damn much of my time carefully considering how what I say and do will be taken by men?

I’m tired of men who insert themselves into feminist spaces with claims of hurt feelings. I’m tired of men who somehow manage to make every issue about them. I’m tired of men like the one who recently stopped by a friend’s Facebook thread in order to call feminism “cunty,” then lecture the women involved for being too “hostile” in their responses to him. I’m tired of men telling me that my understanding of feminism and rape culture are wrong, as if these aren’t things that I have studied intensely. I’m tired of men who claim to be feminist allies, then abuse that position to their own advantage. I’m so fucking exhausted by the fact that I know that I will have to, at some point in this piece, mention that I understand that not all men are like that. I will have to note that some men are good allies. And all of those things are true! And all of you good allies get cookies! But honestly, I’m tired of handing out cookies to people just because they’re decent fucking human beings.

Anne Thériault, 

yeoja

(via forlornes)

snail-bby:

blood falls, located on the taylor glacier in antarctica, gets its red color from the iron-laden water that turns to rust when it comes into contact with the air. source

snail-bby:

blood falls, located on the taylor glacier in antarctica, gets its red color from the iron-laden water that turns to rust when it comes into contact with the air. source

People always talk about how hard it can be to remember things - where they left their keys, or the name of an acquaintance - but no one ever talks about how much effort we put into forgetting. I am exhausted from the effort to forget… There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living.

Stephen Carpenter, Killer (via larmoyante)

Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest—thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the under wood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated.

Beau Taplin (via everybodyhasatheory)

bartsmoneyteam:


Too powerful not to reblog… For all those people who have faught, or are still fighting. Who got through it, or who didn’t. Reblog it for them.

my grandma had breast cancer and lost a breast as well. my grandpa said he liked her more with one breast so when he hugged her he was closer to her heart.

bartsmoneyteam:

Too powerful not to reblog… For all those people who have faught, or are still fighting. Who got through it, or who didn’t. Reblog it for them.

my grandma had breast cancer and lost a breast as well. my grandpa said he liked her more with one breast so when he hugged her he was closer to her heart.