and also what am I doing here, I should be somewhere, looking across the sea, having a walk in the forest and climbing rocks but instead I'm here reblogging photographs I wish I'd taken, words I wish I wrote, seeing people go somewhere, wishing, wishing, wishing that I'm the one going places.
spirited away isn’t about a whorehouse and totoro isn’t about death everyone shut the frick up
hayao miyazaki makes movies for kids (girls in particular) to teach them that there are things in life worth living for. is that not good enough for you
like interpret art however you want but this “let’s make art edgier by adding entry-level darkness to it” trend is wearing me thin
Female privilege is getting to claim a headache to avoid sex.
Female oppression is having to claim physical illness to avoid sex because men won’t take a simple fucking “no” for an answer.
Female oppression is men being so entitled that they think being denied sex is oppressive.
written by Sylvia Plath (via budddha)
If you kill a person, you’re a murderer. If you steal, no one would hesitate to call you a thief. But in America, when you force yourself on someone sexually, some people will jump through flaming hoops not to call you a rapist.
As reported by Al Jazeera America, colleges across the country are replacing the word “rape” in their sexual assault policies with “non-consensual sex” because schools don’t want label students “rapists”.
This whole article is worth reading.
do you think impressionists ever imitate people they find sexually attractive when they masturbate and essentially sweet talk/ dirty talk to themselves?
Okay, so for like a full minute I thought you meant like the Impressionist movement. So I’m picturing Manet pretending to be Monet and that gets his rocks off. I hate being an artist.
Anonymous said: these anons are like, "can i be racist in the rain? can i be racist on a train? can i be racist in a box? can i be racist with a fox?"
How can I be racist if I work with blacks
How can I be racist if one sold me slacks
I’m not racist I’m just like you. I’m best friends with a black or two.
i’m not racist, you see, it’s just a preference
i love eastern culture and its women’s deference
the west lost its way with no room for clemency
If I love Asian women, how’s that white supremacy?
i’m not a racist, i can’t be, you see
my great grandma’s grandma was part cherokee
plus one time i got called “cracker” to my face
don’t we all bleed red? i don’t even see race…
1. Will it really matter in a year? Or in six months?
2. Is this helping me to grow and become a better person?
3. Why does their opinion or approval matter to me?
4. Am I acting on my feelings? Am I likely to regret this?
5. What if I decided to do things differently?
6. What if I decided to write a choose who I will be instead of letting others decide my life for me?
i really hate this ‘ur other half is out there somewhere u just gotta meet them’ like fuck off im not incomplete im a whole person and i dont need anyone to ‘complete me’ the only thing i need is a pizza and not ur shit bye