So, how's life?

1. Because a woman brought into this world will inevitably be given pepper spray “just in case.”

2. Because by sixteen, a young girl knows how to avoid being sexually assaulted, while a boy of the same age does not fear sexual assault in the slightest.

3. Because a girl who mocks men is a bitch, and a boy who mocks women is joking.

4. Because a girl who has sex is a slut, and a boy who has sex is a man.

5. Because in a murder, the killer is at fault, but the blame of rape is often put on the victim.

6. Because we teach girls how not to get raped instead of teaching anyone simply not to rape.

7. Because a woman should put more clothes on if her outfit makes a man uncomfortable, because his self control is her responsibility.

8. Because feminists just need to chill out.

9. Because a 22 year old sex-obsessed virgin can murder 7 people, and the problem is that someone should’ve just slept with him.

10. Because not all men are predators, but yes, all women are prey.

(via onefitmodel)

weloveshortvideos:

Can I Get Some Me Time ⁉..

Vine by Sino

teenpoetrysubmissions:

ohbabyv:

ohbabyv:

Mine - A short film from Fordham University for Campus Movie Fest 2014. Out of over 100 films, it won Best Actress and got nominated for Best Drama. Mine has since been promoted by organizations like End Violence Against Women International and The Pixel Project.

The story follows Lucy as she performs a spoken word poem about the sometimes subtle way abusive relationships can develop. 

The poem:

People make a big deal about eyes
but it was really the wrinkle in his forehead that caught me
as he fumbled to write down his number.

We fell in love like children running downhill:
wind whipping past, parading each other to our friends, 
to the sky, to the old couples we imagined as our future selves.  

When he moved in, I swore he fused with the house.
I could hear his sigh in the hum of my ceiling fan
I could taste him in my coffee
And anyone could see him in my poetry.

The grooves in his palm spoke of tragedies.
A frayed lifeline spread to the pinky-tip
I traced along those calloused patches
and kissed the scars on his knuckles

When you love hard enough, you can embrace those scars
And when you love long enough you excuse or even ignore
almost imperceptible changes in the terrain:
when he gripped me a bit tighter a bit more often
when “how are you?” became “where were you?”

In college I learned that in World War I,
soldiers rarely wrote about their misery.
They were living a new kind of nightmare,
so what good were the same old words and metaphors?

Poets died in those trenches.
I thought of them as I tiptoed 
around the landmines that littered our home.
When you live in a battlefield, 
where do you find energy to pick up a pen?

Like a numbed soldier I lived from moment to moment,
and when the moments were sweet 
(and many were) I savored them
Because nothing tastes as good as hope

Because even on the bad days
when it seemed an eyelash could set him off
when he threatened to leave the apartment or this world
still each night he would murmur into my ear
that these were the natural ups and downs of love.

But there is nothing natural about war.
He was my comrade, sinking into the trenches,
grasping at my face, my arm, my collar bone
I wanted to rescue him
If that meant bearing his blows 
and his slurred insults, I would do it
If I could’ve swallowed his sadness, I would have.

My friends considered me M.I.A., but I reported for duty every day
and would’ve marched unto death if she hadn’t made me listen.
In that moment I realized I wasn’t his comrade but a prisoner of his war
And after two years and seven months, I finally made a break for it.

Some nights I find myself clicking through old memories.
I marvel at the smiles and the closeness
and realize that these are the images
which remain with me most vividly.
When time has had its way with me,
has softened the edges of my memory,
I’m afraid I’ll only remember his charms:
the crook of his arm, the way he said “hey baby.”
I’m afraid I’ll miss these ideas of him.

But then I remember those poets
and how long they lived in those trenches
and the mornings I spent crying into my breakfast
And now when I pick up my pen
it is heavy, but it is firm.
I lean into it like a staff as I tread the ground
that hardened beneath me the moment I let you go.
The ink smudges my hands like war paint
I am bruised from battle, but I am not a casualty of his war
I am free. I am free. I am mine.

An original poem submitted by ohbabyv

humancum:

Talking on Skype:

5% = Hi, how are you?

95% = Can you hear me?

iamjayvccp:

i think he is taking this pretty serious since he knows the whole dance

iamjayvccp:

i think he is taking this pretty serious since he knows the whole dance

mexicanist:

Photographer Ed Cahan captures the beauty of the sky in his Sky Series.

gimmes:

have some colored ones!

lexlifts:

firecannotkillafitblr:

komandarmfrank:

vvankinq:

I’m gonna show you what a girl typically working out would look like versus what you want me to look like 

perfect person award

YES IT’S BACK

She also put on lip stick, eyeliner, let her hair down, and put on hoop earrings.

^ that’s the point of the video, though. This asshat was bitching about how “unfeminine” female Olympians are, when that shouldn’t even be a focus for people. There’s plenty of time for makeup, eyeliner, bikinis, whatever (if that’s their thing!) outside the Olympics.

It’s degrading to female athletes to have their accomplishments pushed to the side, things they’ve worked their whole lives for, and instead be judged on appearance at the one place they shouldn’t be.

^^^ YES. people need to know the context of the shit their about to comment on lol.

tako-dna:

Tribute “How to train your Dragon” - What if Hiccup and Toothless had met earlier ?

tako-dna:

Tribute “How to train your Dragon” - What if Hiccup and Toothless had met earlier ?

greatspaces:

New video out that we made. Four Freedoms Park design by Louis Khan for Franklin D. Roosevelt. #INVADING4FOURFREEDOMS Click for YOUTUBE VIDEO.

greatspaces:

New video out that we made. Four Freedoms Park design by Louis Khan for Franklin D. Roosevelt. #INVADING4FOURFREEDOMS Click for YOUTUBE VIDEO.

nymre:

meru90:


art trade / for nymre

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