Glory & Gore

Women do not have to:



  • be thin
  • give birth
  • cook for you
  • have long hair
  • wear makeup
  • have sex with you
  • be feminine
  • be graceful
  • shave
  • diet
  • be fashionable
  • wear pink
  • love men
  • be the media’s idea of perfection
  • listen to your bullshit
  • have a vagina

This is very true, but it’s important to remember that if a woman is feminine, graceful, shaves, diets, wears make up, or does any of these things in the list, it doesn’t make her a slave to patriarchy or any less of a feminist than you.


(Source: defendfeminism, via unlawfully)


Do you ever get into an argument with someone and find yourself unable to speak for a moment because you’re just so blown away by how utterly wrong and ignorant the other person is being and you can’t understand how anyone could actually believe the things they are saying

(Source: neoliberalismkills, via fake-mermaid)


After Kissing120mm filmMarch 2014



treat other ladies like leslie knope treats ann perkins 

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"If it’s any consolation", he began, "your eyes hold the key to all of the world’s hidden constellations and though it sounds awfully vain, your veins are the vines I swing from to guide me home." "My existence is dependent on yours" was the last thing you ever
said to me.

That’s odd. Last time I checked you were the oxygen that filled my lungs. You were the moon I exhaled and the sun I inhaled and all of the stars in between every millisecond of rising up for air. So if you were so dependent on me, how was it so easy to let me go? Because now that you’re long gone, I can no longer breathe. The oxygen you had given me has tainted my lungs black. The sun and the moon have collided and I can’t seem to find the stars anymore. I wonder if the constellations in my eyes are still visible in your mind. I wonder how you get home if my veins don’t guide you there anymore.

Why won’t you answer me? I miss your voice.


I wrote this months ago and the question “Why won’t you answer me?” still remains. (via rlypoetic)

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*makes up for ugly face with semi-okay personality*

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L’Amour, l’Après-midi (1972) Dir. Éric Rohmer