therealnanastuff:

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Woman is:

—-kicking strongly in your mother’s womb, upon which she is told, “It must be a boy, if it’s so active!”

—-being tagged with a pink beaded bracelet thirty seconds after you are born, and wrapped in pink blankets five minutes thereafter.

—-being confined to the Doll Corner in nursery school when you are really fascinated by Tinker Toys.

—-wanting to wear overalls instead of “frocks.”

—-learning to detest the words “dainty” and “cute. “

—-being labeled a tomboy when all you wanted to do was climb that tree to look out and see a distance.

—-learning to sit with your legs crossed, even when your feet can’t touch the floor yet.

—-hating boys—because they’re allowed to do things you want to do but are forbidden to—and being told hating boys is a phase.

—-learning that something you do is “naughty,” but when your brother does the same thing, it’s “spunky.”

—-wondering why your father gets mad now and then, but your mother mostly sighs a lot.

—-seeing grownups chuckle when you say you want to be an engineer or doctor when you grow up—and learning to say you want to be a mommy or a nurse, instead.

—-wanting to shave your legs at twelve and being agonized because your mother won’t let you.

—-being agonized at fourteen because you finally have shaved your legs, and your flesh is on fire.

—-being told nothing whatsoever about menstruation, so that you think you are bleeding to death with your first period, or:

—-being told all about it in advance by kids at school who titter and make it clear the whole thing is dirty, or:

—-being prepared for it by your mother, who carefully reiterates that it isn’t dirty, all the while talking just above a whisper, and referring to it as the “curse,” “being sick,” or “falling off the roof.”

—-feeling proud of and disgusted by your own body, for the first, but not last, time.

—-dreading summertime because more of your body with its imperfections will be seen—and judged.

—-liking math or history a lot and getting hints that boys are turned off by smart girls.

—-getting hints that other girls are turned off by smart girls.

—-finally getting turned off by smart girls, unconsciously dropping back, lousing up your marks, and being liked by the other kids at last.

—-having an intense crush on another girl or on a woman teacher and learning that that’s unspeakable.

Excerpt, "Barbarous Rituals," in Sisterhood is Powerful. (via yellowboxturtle)

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takehaya-susanoo:

AMERICAN SCHOOL SYSTEM MORE LIKE
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alishalovescats1701:

somanyshipstoship:

sith-in-a-tardis:

my-tardis-sense-is-tingling:

yeah moffat can write scary monsters

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but russell t. davies wrote the scariest episode of the lot

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without having to show us a monster at all

MIDNIGHT WAS SCARIER THAN…

crookednose:

minimum wage doesn’t even TOUCH a living wage, racism and sexism are alive and well, children are killed in schools on a regular basis, those who make it to college end up with hundreds of thousands in debt, our basic rights are being stripped from us daily, and adults actually believe that SELFIES are the cause for this generation’s demise

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huntokar:

iwriteaboutfeminism:

200 protesters continue to march for justice on Thursday night, Aug. 21st.

I wonder how many people had completely forgotten what this whole thing is actually about and expected this to end when the police stopped attacking them. This isn’t over, it’s LITERALLY just starting. The police raids weren’t the issue, they were distracting from the issue. This won’t stop until the murderer and coward Darren Wilson faces actual justice.

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enterprising-gentleman:

sapphirefiber:

paintedlandscape:

INFMETRY star projector.

I really genuinely want this.

Oh, this is cool, but I bet it’s one of those insanely expensive things I’ll never be able to have in a million years.

OHWAITLOOK IT’S $22 HOLY CRAP

Some assembly required, but it looks fun to assemble. AND THOSE RESULTS HOLY CRAP

Yep, added to my wishlist, for sure!

$22?!? I know what want for Christmas this year…

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intrauterine:

"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."

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socialjusticekoolaid:

Love “Da Man Wit the Chips” but Jameila White is the new “Protest MVP.” #staywoke #trill 

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shatteredchrystal:

runaon:

a-little-bi-furious:

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samjoonyuh:

Perspective. 

"Looting? I thought these were supposed to be nonviolent protests"

I know it’s incredible! People are literally coming out of the woodwork to comment on this photoset to focus on the looting headline with “well yes it is nice they were helping people hit with the tear gas, but stealing is still wrong uwu” as if they’re back to kindergarten morality.

Like everyone who’s gone to boot camp I’ve been tear gassed. They put about 50+ of you in a gas chamber and toss it in. You have to stay there until your rank is allowed to exit. Before that though, you have to say your name, rank, and social security number. You then exit and file into ranks (again) outside and are not allowed at any point to rinse your face or eyes for the entire day.

That right there? Easily the worst part of boot camp. My eyes were literally swollen shut. I was blinded for a good 30 minutes and my chest hurt for days.

I have zero problem and not and ounce of judgement for people raiding a mcdonalds that can easily afford to repair damage for ANYTHING to help ease the shittiness that is being tear gassed. Esp because every one of us in boot were medically sound to deal with tear gas. Children, asthmatics, people prone to panic and anxiety attacks, the elderly as sooo many more are NOT going to handle tear gas well at ALL.

Or that smoke the police use either.

It’s easy to sit there and judge someone from the safety of your home and say things like “it’s just tear gas” or “it can’t be that bad”.

Fuck you. As someone who HAS been gassed, you need to stfu.

I remember all the preparation they did to get us ready for the gas chamber in boot camp. We were taught how to handle ourselves, how to control our breathing, not to touch anything, how to avoid the worst of the gas. But it still didn’t matter. I remember taking in that first breath and feeling like I had just been kicked in the chest. I remember a few guys in my platoon falling down and vomiting. We knew the gas wasn’t as bad on the floor but we were the fifth platoon through and the vomit kept us from bending over more than absolutely necessary. I remember a few guys, guys in peak health training to be infantrymen, breaking ranks and running for the door only to be dragged back in kicking and screaming until they said name, rank and serial. They were expecting it, trained for it, bragging about how it wouldn’t bother them.
I remember standing there with all of the mucus from my nasal cavity on the front of my ACUs and thinking to myself “This is the nonviolent option?”
Covered head to toe and my skin still itching I looked down at the silver wedding band hanging next to my dog tags and realized that the gas had eaten little pits into its surface.
I stood there and thought of all the news reports I had seen over the years. The uprisings and revolutionaries being gassed, the crowds running from men in masks.
That’s the moment I got it, staring at my ruined wedding band, that’s the moment I realized terrorism isn’t about bombs or who is using them. It’s about controlling people through fear. It’s about removing their ability to act reasonably, to make them seem like the monsters. Terrorism is about triggering people to fight or flight then blaming them for not being rational. It’s about power. Remove someone’s power to act with reason, and you remove their humanity.

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1.Kissed a girl?
2.Kissed a boy?
3.Had sex in public?
4.What’s your religion?
5.What does your URL mean?
6.Reason you joined tumblr?
7.Do you have any nicknames?
8.Do you like bubble bath?
9.Kissed in the rain?
10.Dyed your hair?
11.Soup or salad?
12.Vegetable or meat?
13.Go out drinking?
14.Smoke cigarettes?
15.Smoke weed?
16.Do any hard drugs?
17.Have you had sex today?
18.Have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?
19.The relationship between you and the person you last texted?
20.Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?
21.Skipped doing homework to play a video game?
22.Tried to commit suicide?
23.The last time you felt broken?
24.Had to lie to EVERYONE about how you felt?
25.Do you have a Boyfriend/Girlfriend?
26.Do you have Long hair OR short hair?
27.First thing you notice to a guy/girl?
28.Do you sing in the shower?
29.Do you dance in the car?
30.Where were you yesterday?
31.Ever used a bow and arrow?
32.Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?
33.Do you think musicals are cheesy?
34.Is Christmas stressful?
35.Favorite type of fruit pie?
36.Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?
37.Do you believe in ghosts?
38.Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?
39.Take a vitamin daily?
40.Wear slippers?
41.Wear a bath robe?
42.What do you wear to bed?
43.Do you want to get married?
44.Can you curl your tongue?
Relationship preference:
45.How many relationships have you had?
46.How can I win your heart?
47.what makes a great relationship?
48.Shy OR open?
50.Religious OR non-religious?
51.Caring OR non-restricting of you?
52.Straight edge OR non-straight edge?
53.Piercings OR no piercings?
54.Tattoos OR no tattoos?
55.Quiet stay-at-home type OR party type?
ask me these, please? : )
hiding-myself:

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