To Find Ourselves, We Must Lose Ourselves First

Stephania. HWY 101 | San Diego | Montreal. Dix-neuf.

Le Irreplaceable
George Barbier, Le Soir (1924) / Irreplaceable, Beyonce

"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….

First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”

But here is what I think you should know.

You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.

You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.

You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).

You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.

In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.

In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.”

- Libby Anne (via newwavenova)

(Source: dumbledoresarmy-againstbigotry, via petitemaudlin)


today an old lady got mad at me because she was going on about how “disgusting” this artwork was so i asked her “why is it disgusting? any good reason?” - she rolled her eyes at me and stormed off


[aggressively thinks about having sex with you while keeping a straight face]

(via oryasmic)


I wish he was my boyfriend
I wish he was my boyfriend
I’d love him till the very end
But instead he is just a friend
I wish he was my boyfriend

(Source: , via madeingold)






fashion blog
I’m 21 and what this means is I reference disasters in my love poems. Hurricane Katrina as a metaphor. Genocide as a backdrop. I’m 21 and what this means is that I never cut my hair because my hands are lonely. What this means is I don’t mind the knots. I’m 21 and what this means is the world terrifies me. What this means is I don’t understand health insurance and sometimes I forget to feed myself. I’m 21 and what this means is I’m still young enough to die young. What this means is I leave chipped nail polish on my toes all the way from fall to spring. What this means is I believe in anything ethereal like friendship and love and Harry Potter. What this means is when the boy I‘m kissing is nice to his mother I think I may love him. I’m 21 and what this means is I sleep in my best friend’s bed when I’m sad. What this means is we make each other coffee on long days. What this means is there are a lot of long days. I’m 21 and what this means is everything is beautiful and everything is tragic and sometimes I can’t tell one from the other. What this means is sometimes I laugh while I cry. What this means is I’m trying.
- Fortesa Latifi - what this means is i’m trying (via madgirlf)

(via millymcaulay)