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Hooray Rape Culture!
Secret from PostSecret.com

Hooray Rape Culture!

Secret from PostSecret.com

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Talking to a stranger

Talking to a stranger

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youshallabove:

oldblueeyes:

An American Nightmare

One night, over spring break I think, I was driving to dinner with my mom and her boyfriend, and we were passing through a quiet little middle class neighborhood in the burbs. I caught a glimpse of a woman, 30-something and tired, walking out into her backyard, surrounded by a white picket fence, to pick up her son’s toys. And suddenly I had this thought, this shockingly desperate moment of understanding where I told myself that I was not going to be that woman, I was not going to end up in a white, middle class, midwestern suburb with my husband and our 2.5 kids, doing the same shit every day, cleaning up my perfectly manicured lawn.
And it’s funny, because I think I used to want that. I think that used to be the only future I could imagine for myself. Now I don’t know what I want, but at least I know what I don’t want.

youshallabove:

oldblueeyes:

An American Nightmare

One night, over spring break I think, I was driving to dinner with my mom and her boyfriend, and we were passing through a quiet little middle class neighborhood in the burbs. I caught a glimpse of a woman, 30-something and tired, walking out into her backyard, surrounded by a white picket fence, to pick up her son’s toys. And suddenly I had this thought, this shockingly desperate moment of understanding where I told myself that I was not going to be that woman, I was not going to end up in a white, middle class, midwestern suburb with my husband and our 2.5 kids, doing the same shit every day, cleaning up my perfectly manicured lawn.

And it’s funny, because I think I used to want that. I think that used to be the only future I could imagine for myself. Now I don’t know what I want, but at least I know what I don’t want.

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Woo Woo Rah Obama

Actually, fuck you Obama. No, seriously. There is a difference between. “I think gays should be able to get married” and “I think gays have the RIGHT to get married.” Equality is not a state-by-state issue.

We do not put people’s civil rights to a popular vote. What Obama said is akin to “well, i believe black children and white children have the right to attend the same schools, but if the people of North Carolina vote against it, weeeellll, whaddayagonnado?”

Repeal DOMA asshole. That would be a start.

http://www.firsttheegg.com/have-i-ever-had-any-unwantedundesired-physical-or-sexual-contact/

“I refuse to do the happy dance because I was fortunate enough not to be molested as a little girl and have not been violently raped. I refuse to be abjectly grateful for ‘getting off easy’ with the experiences I’ve mentioned here.

Because I deeply resent that they are normal.”

Fuck them is what I say, I hate those e-books. They can not be the future… they may well be… I will be dead, I won’t give a shit!”[
R.I.P. Maurice Sendak

Thank-you for inspiring/terrifying years of children (and adults) with “The Wild Things,” “Little Bear,” and hundreds of other characters and works, and for always confronting the truth, even when it is scary. 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maurice_Sendak

I sigh everytime I walk by this painting. It’s so luminous in person.

“Nude Study of Thomas E. McKeller,” 1917-1920 John Singer SargentOil on canvasMuseum of Fine Arts, Boston

I sigh everytime I walk by this painting. It’s so luminous in person.

“Nude Study of Thomas E. McKeller,” 1917-1920 
John Singer Sargent
Oil on canvas
Museum of Fine Arts, Boston

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stophatingyourbody:

redgaia:

They all weigh 150lbs

There is no ‘right’ body type. Weight looks different on different people, and it is ALL OKAY. Don’t compare yourself to other people’s bodies, learn to love the body you’re in NOW and what it can do NOW.

stophatingyourbody:

redgaia:

They all weigh 150lbs

There is no ‘right’ body type. Weight looks different on different people, and it is ALL OKAY. Don’t compare yourself to other people’s bodies, learn to love the body you’re in NOW and what it can do NOW.