The only sort of pictures you should be reblogging of Jennifer Lawrence
…I was not myself for weeks yet nobody noticed.
I remember when I was younger and I wanted to be beautiful; now I’m older and I want to be intelligent. I want to burn hearts with brilliance and engulf souls with compassion. I want to be loved for my thoughts and nothing else.
alternatively if someone asks you what you did today just grimly look down at your hands and say “something I should have done a long time ago…”
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via hqlines)
I just want you to know that you’re very special… and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has.
But women can never be careful enough, can we? If we take naked pictures of ourselves, we’re asking for it. If someone can manage to hack into our accounts, we’re asking for it. If we’re not wearing anti-rape nail polish, we’re asking for it. If we don’t take self-defence classes, we’re asking for it. If we get drunk, we’re asking for it. If our skirts are too short, we’re asking for it. If we pass out at a party, we’re asking for it. If we are not hyper-vigilant every single fucking second of every single fucking day, we are asking for it. Even when we are hyper-vigilant, we’re still asking for it. The fact that we exist is asking for it.
This is what rape culture looks like.
This is what misogyny looks like.