The only reason you should be reluctant to call yourself a feminist is because mainstream feminism excludes WoC and trans women - NOT because you “don’t need feminism.”

does anyone else try to mentally will someone specific to text you


*swipes debit card*
*sweats profusely*
*purchase goes through*
me: God is good all the time
Cashier: all the time God is good

(via smellsliketeenagebullshit)

"   If they don’t need you, it’s okay. You don’t live for other people.   "
Dir En Grey, Kyo (via daisy-do)

(Source: everunenchanted, via fluoroid)

"   Tupac died at 25. If Malcolm X died at 25 he would have been a street hustler named Detroit Red. If Martin Luther King died at 25 he would’ve been known as a local baptist preacher. And if I had died at 25 I would’ve been known as a struggling musician. Only a sliver of my life’s potential.   "

Quincy Jones (via sunflobrwn)

this is important

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I live for that feeling after a really great concert where you love the artist like 20x more than you ever thought you could

(via geturbackoffthewall)



Just spent my evening vandalizing subway stations for the sake of reminding NY folk that it is fully legal for women & female-bodied individuals to be topless and comfortable in public


spread this info


I’m sad because today my best friend was telling me a story about some girl at the Global Citizen festival in nyc. she said there was a girl near her who was wearing a muscle t with generous armholes, and she wasn’t wearing a bra… which upset my friend. she said it was “disgusting” and that “if she wanted to see boobs flying around in public, she would have gone to a strip club.”

(via thinmortality)

6 word story: how to remember not to let the little things bother you

you’re just

a bag of bones


when a boy says he misses you he’s lying

when a boy follows you out of a football stadium

when a boy is drunk

he is lying

when a boy kisses you before he knows your middle name

he isn’t kissing you

if a boy only thinks of you when he is on his way home

from a party, sends a text,

"hey, i’m drunk"

he doesn’t miss you

he craves you

he doesn’t miss the

story of how you got your middle name

or that you waited for him to message you

so you can tell him about all the things that happened today that would - oh my god - make him laugh

he does not miss the softness of your stomach the thickness of your eyebrows

the lips you’ve bitten raw or the curve of your spine

"want to chill?"

he is only lying

if a boy missed you he would find you


im pretty sure bromance is the perfect example of how embarrassingly fragile masculinity is. you know what a female bromance is called? a friendship 

(via fun-sizes)

I wanna barf ☺️☺️😊