I need feminism because the night is beautiful and I want to live in a world where I can explore it without fear.
"And while I didn’t know it then,
this would be my first lesson
measuring the distance between desire
and its undoing."
I need feminism because…my brother justified abusing me by saying that I need to get used to the natural aggression of men…because as a woman it is my ‘duty’ to put up with it for the rest of my life.
cosmo tip #505
if ur man’s into poetry, he’ll be real turned on if u tell him ur e.e. cumming during sexy time
(via thesetiredboness)
"This was not an ending anyone would have wanted for him, but it was the one he had chosen."
(via the-final-sentence)
e. e. cummings, “since feeling is first”
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
(submitted by iamthewayfarer)
"This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper."
"They weren’t as whole as they once had been, but they would survive."
I’d like to state my opinions and be taken seriously without being dismissed as an irrational, overemotional woman.
I need feminism because there are still people out there who don’t understand that I am perfectly capable of making decisions regarding my body.
I need feminism because…When I say that I don’t want to marry or be a mom, the response should be, “Someday you’ll change your mind.” I may. I may not. I shouldn’t feel ashamed to have a different DREAM.
Male privilege is my ex-boyfriend telling me he doesn’t like my outfit and fully expecting me to change (then telling me he’s changed his mind later like I need him to validate my appearance).
Male privilege is not feeling like you have to wear a cardigan to walk to the store in 90 degree heat to avoid getting cat called from a moving car, again.
Male privilege is not being approached by creepy, older men in stores since the age of 14 so they can tell you how pretty you are, ask if you have a man, or say “I saw you walking in and I had to come in to talk to you.”
Male privilege is dressing the way you want without a legitimate fear that it might bring on more harassment.
Male privilege is smiling when you get approached in these ways because you’re afraid of what they might do if you were to say “FUCK OFF, ASSHOLE!”
Fucking amen to that last one.





