Libertas

June 1, 2012 • 87 notes • redfoxseye

Awweeeee sooooo cute

June 1, 2012 • 1,493 notes • blck-grrl

Real women have curves” was a marketing slogan thought up to sell people overpriced, ill-fitting pants. It does NOT promote body positivity – it only perpetuates body policing by turning the tables on people who don’t fit into yet another arbitrary ideal.
The job is to BUST THE FUCKING PARADIGM APART, not shift it a little bit toward the fat side. The job is to remind people, bodies are not public property and your opinion about an individual’s body is only an opinion, not a valid judgment of their worth as a human being. The JOB is to destroy systemic oppression of nonconforming, rebellious bodies no matter what those bodies look like.

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May 19, 2012 • 934 notes • beautyembrace

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May 19, 2012 • 2,730 notes • riversorveins

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May 19, 2012 • 30,092 notes • rose-verres

rose-verres:

“A three second exposure meant that subjects had to stand very still to avoid being blurred, and holding a smile for that period was tricky. As a result, we have a tendency to see Victorian ancestors as even more formal and stern than they might have been.”

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April 27, 2012

In other news, I’m blonde.

March 25, 2012 • 657 notes • horny-and-high

qbug:

horny-and-high:

My Favorite Book!!!

Adding to my amazon wishlist

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March 23, 2012 • 29 notes • lostinowndreams

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March 20, 2012

Merry Ostara…

I feel so alone.

Today scared the shit out of me. I need to wake up.

What the fuck am I supposed to do?
What happened to my blissfully ignorant childhood and the idea that no one would ever hurt me as much as you have? Why the fuck am I STILL HERE? Who are you and why do you act this way? Why do you try so hard to convince me you love me, only to turn around and break my heart, over and over?

I’m worried the damage is irreparable this time. I can barely walk. There’s glass everywhere. Trust is shattered.

I’m trying not to worry so much.

What have I gotten myself into?

March 17, 2012 • 3 notes • danailyareese