The Stars Light My Way

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03 Mar serenading-solitude:

ariturl:

OVEN BAKING. HEAVY BREATHING. DONT GIVE A FUCK IF ITS CARBS THAT  IM EATING.

i love everything about this post

serenading-solitude:

ariturl:

OVEN BAKING. HEAVY BREATHING. DONT GIVE A FUCK IF ITS CARBS THAT  IM EATING.

i love everything about this post

03 Mar annieelainey:

celestedoodles:

lupita nyong’o - academy awards 2014 

CINDERELLA

annieelainey:

celestedoodles:

lupita nyong’o - academy awards 2014 

CINDERELLA

01 Mar

I started a new blog… I had no idea what I was doing when I started this one almost 3 years ago. My tags are awful, I follow waaaaaaay too many blogs, and I’ve had a few too many porn blogs start following me recently. (why porn blogs? Whyyyyy?!)

So I decided to start anew. If you want the new URL, just message me and I’ll send it to you. But that’s all. Love y’all!

01 Mar Saturday morning work selfie, free baby bump included. 
(Going on 5 months pregnant!)

Saturday morning work selfie, free baby bump included.

(Going on 5 months pregnant!)

01 Mar

Stephen Fishwick

(Source: theartofanimation)

01 Mar
  • English teacher: Never kill off your main character, it shows poor writing skills
  • Shakespeare: Excuse you
  • John Green: Excuse you
  • The BBC: Excuse you
  • Fox: LETS KILL THEM TWICE
  • CW: LETS KILL THEM A HUNDRED TIMES
  • George R. R. Martin: Main character? what's that?
01 Mar

When I was seventeen and preparing to leave for university, my mother’s only brother saw fit to give me some advice.
“Just don’t be an idiot, kid,” he told me, “and don’t ever forget that boys and girls can never just be friends.”
I laughed and answered, “I’m not too worried. And I don’t really think all guys are like that.”

When I was eighteen and the third annual advent of the common cold was rolling through residence like a pestilent fog, a friend texted me asking if there was anything he could do to help.
I told him that if he could bring me up some vitamin water that would be great, if it wasn’t too much trouble.
That semester I learned that human skin cells replace themselves every three to five weeks. I hoped that in a month, maybe I’d stop feeling the echoes of his touch; maybe my new skin would feel cleaner.
It didn’t. But I stood by what I said. Not all guys are like that.

When I was nineteen and my roommate decided the only way to celebrate the end of midterms was to get wasted at a club, I humoured her.
Four drinks, countless leers and five hands up my skirt later, I informed her I was ready to leave.
“I get why you’re upset,” she told me on the walk home, “but you have to tolerate that sort of thing if you want to have any fun. And really, not all guys are like that.”

(Age nineteen also saw me propositioned for casual sex by no fewer than three different male friends, and while I still believe that guys and girls can indeed be just friends, I was beginning to see my uncle’s point.)

When I was twenty and a stranger that started chatting to me in my usual cafe asked if he could walk with me (since we were going the same way and all), I accepted.
Before we’d even made it three blocks he was pulling me into an alleyway and trying to put his hands up my shirt. “You were staring,” he laughed when I asked what the fuck he was doing (I wasn’t), “I’m just taking pity.”
But not all guys are like that.

I am twenty one and a few days ago a friend and I were walking down the street. A car drove by with the windows down, and a young man stuck his head out and whistled as they passed. I ignored it, carrying on with the conversation.
My friend did not. “Did you know those people?” He asked.
“Not at all,” I answered.
Later when we sat down to eat he got this thoughtful look on his face. When I asked what was wrong he said, “You know not all guys do that kind of thing, right? We’re not all like that.”
As if he were imparting some great profound truth I’d never realized before. My entire life has been turned around, because now I’ve been enlightened: not all guys are like that.

No. Not all guys are. But enough are. Enough that I am uncomfortable when a man sits next to me on the bus. Enough that I will cross to the other side of the street if I see a pack of guys coming my way. Enough that even fleeting eye contact with a male stranger makes my insides crawl with unease. Enough that I cannot feel safe alone in a room with some of my male friends, even ones I’ve known for years. Enough that when I go out past dark for chips or milk or toilet paper, I carry a knife, I wear a coat that obscures my figure, I mimic a man’s gait. Enough that three years later I keep the story of that day to myself, when the only thing that saved me from being raped was a right hook to the jaw and a threat to scream in a crowded dorm, because I know what the response will be.

I live my life with the everburning anxiety that someone is going to put their hands on me regardless of my feelings on the matter, and I’m not going to be able to stop them. I live with the knowledge that statistically one in three women have experienced a sexual assault, but even a number like that can’t be trusted when we are harassed into silence. I live with the learned instinct, the ingrained compulsion to keep my mouth shut to jeers and catcalls, to swallow my anger at lewd suggestions and crude gestures, to put up my walls against insults and threats. I live in an environment that necessitates armouring myself against it just to get through a day peacefully, and I now view that as normal. I have adapted to extreme circumstances and am told to treat it as baseline. I carry this fear close to my heart, rooted into my bones, and I do so to keep myself unharmed.

So you can tell me that not all guys are like that, and you’d even be right, but that isn’t the issue anymore. My problem is not that I’m unaware of the fact that some guys are perfectly civil, decent, kind—my problem is simply this:

In a world where this cynical overcaution is the only thing that ensures my safety, I’m no longer willing to take the risk.

r.d. (via vonmoire)

This is really important

(via tranarchistbitch)

(Source: elferinge)

01 Mar

juli-the-human:

shubbabang:

you know that thing where you scrunch up your arms and it looks like you have only hands well this one time when i was little i kept it up for 3 days no matter where i was

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one time i also pissed off my entire family for 3 days

the last picture i cANT BREATHE

01 Mar

I used to hate lavender. Now I really love it. Weirdness.

01 Mar 
quercusrubra - Queen

quercusrubra - Queen

28 Feb

rosalarian:

Feminism is having a wardrobe malfunction.

Does your brand of feminism remove barriers for women, or simply move them around? Does is expand options for women, or does it just shift them? You don’t liberate women by forcing them to choose option B instead of option A. What is comfortable for you might not be comfortable for someone else, and it’s entirely possible that what you see as oppressive, other women find comfortable or even downright liberating.

Before you think the girl in the middle is a strawman, let me tell you I used to be her, back in my misguided youth. I considered myself the standard to which other people should adhere. But that was stupid. It’s not up to me to tell people how to dress, and it’s much nicer to let everyone choose for themselves.

Some women would feel naked without a veil. Some women would find it restrictive. Some women would feel restricted by a bra. Some women would feel naked without one. Some women would feel restricted by a tight corset. Others love them. Some wear lots of clothes with a corset. Some only wear the corset and nothing else. What makes any article of clothing oppressive is someone forcing you to wear it. And it’s just as oppressive to force someone not to wear something that they want to wear.

28 Feb

lledra:

sharped0:

gobigorgoextinct:

Steve Irwin in a Jaeger would be entertaining.

Look over there. There’s a Catergory 3 Kaiju. Biggest one yet. 

Ah’m gonna wrassle with it. 

#yeah but who’s his drift partner. a crocodile. just a crocodile. its not a special or humanoid croc its literally just a croc strapped in.

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28 Feb

moopdrea:

onlylolgifs:

Fish on Wheels

we’re recreating darwinisim

28 Feb

(Source: nsfwhumor)

28 Feb prancewithme:

savannahhorrocks:

Used the mermaid prompt on sketch dailies as an excuse to do a nice thing of one of my manatee mermaids. And a manatee! X3 Mixed media on toned grey paper!

SO CUTE

prancewithme:

savannahhorrocks:

Used the mermaid prompt on sketch dailies as an excuse to do a nice thing of one of my manatee mermaids. And a manatee! X3 Mixed media on toned grey paper!

SO CUTE