My navel is fairly awesome ☺️ #biggaugenavel @kaossoftwear is the comfiest!
Navel goals / getting there slowly
What makes me so happy about this is that she isn’t telling you you must love your body or that you are obligated to. She saying you have permission to. And that’s important, because there are a lot of reasons why people have trouble with self-love. But the idea that you aren’t supposed to love your body, that you aren’t allowed to for whatever reason, needs to be crushed. If you can’t love you body right now, if your body causes you pain or disphoria or distress, you aren’t required to love it. But you are ALLOWED to. You are entitled to the chance to make peace with your body, if you ever reach a point where you are ready to. No one else should be trying to stop you.
Sometimes I see or read things, and I didn’t realize that I needed them until they are two GIFs of Nicki Minaj and some amazing commentary that come across my dash and I instantly burst in to tears and feel a weight lifted off my chest.
This is so important
Yoooo it is so important to recognize Nicki’s intelligence; especially with the above commentary. Nicki KNOWS what she is saying. The advice she is giving isn’t narrow, it is incredible broad so it makes everyone feel included. In so little, she said so much. This is the sign of a great orator. (Plus, anyone who disses her musicianship can go suck some nuts because she won the Young Arts Scholarship which is presented to youth who are at the top of their art genre)
(Source: beyxnika, via bigfatfeminist)
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.
1. Mind your own business.
2. Learn to be quiet sometimes.
3. If you’re going to be a shithead, just stay home.
4. If someone is being a shithead to you, kick their ass.
5. Don’t fucking rape.
6. Don’t fucking steal.
7. If you’re magic, fucking embrace that shit.
8. Don’t complain about the mess you got yourself into.
9. Don’t hurt little kids.
10. Don’t hurt animals for no reason.
11. Don’t put up with anybody’s bullshit. Ever.
Why aren’t we all Satanists already?
(Source: prettybabylou, via falsemrsa)
People say, ‘I’m going to sleep now,’ as if it were nothing. But it’s really a bizarre activity. ‘For the next several hours, while the sun is gone, I’m going to become unconscious, temporarily losing command over everything I know and understand. When the sun returns, I will resume my life.’
If you didn’t know what sleep was, and you had only seen it in a science fiction movie, you would think it was weird and tell all your friends about the movie you’d seen.
They had these people, you know? And they would walk around all day and be OK? And then, once a day, usually after dark, they would lie down on these special platforms and become unconscious. They would stop functioning almost completely, except deep in their minds they would have adventures and experiences that were completely impossible in real life. As they lay there, completely vulnerable to their enemies, their only movements were to occasionally shift from one position to another; or, if one of the ‘mind adventures’ got too real, they would sit up and scream and be glad they weren’t unconscious anymore. Then they would drink a lot of coffee.’
So, next time you see someone sleeping, make believe you’re in a science fiction movie. And whisper, ‘The creature is regenerating itself.’
First comment is in response to a Facebook status I wrote saying “Once a guy ate a fistful amount of wasabi to try to impress me into giving him a bj… Which brings me to my point that boys are like cockroaches that you try to make go away 50 times but keep coming back from all the hits.”
I wasn’t trying to offend all boys, just the specific breed of horny boys who will do anything to get a sexual act out of women. I specified this in the comments also.
The next three photos are a Facebook status he wrote after I deleted him for writing “he didn’t rape you” because I have been a victim of sexual assault in my past.
misandry-mermaid I would appreciate if you could signal boost this if you see it because I could not find your submit button. Thank you so much.
Keep spreading because he’s said more shitty things to my friend after this
"Stop generalizing! If anything, women are the worse gender!" oh my god
There is too much awfulness to even address.
What the actual fuck.
"Every single Marvel Studios movie has centered around a presumably straight, white, male protagonist, even if white women (mostly love interests) and men of color (support roles) have played roles in the film. The franchise is a box office juggernaut and has a ton of movies on this list, but we’ve gotten two to three movies about each of the men on the Avengers and there’s yet to be a film about Black Widow.
Both of Marvel’s ensemble films—The Avengers and Guardians of the Galaxy—trimmed down the superhero teams for their film adaptations, and the women characters, save for one, were the first to be cut. Most moviegoers will never know that women of color and LGBTQ characters were cut from Guardians of the Galaxy, but audiences will get to relate to the talking raccoon and the talking tree."
- Dated: 18th century
- Culture: Indian (Mughal)
- Measurements: overall length 40.5 cm
The dagger has a straight, double-edged, Damascus steel blade, grooved at the centre and slightly strengthened at the tip. It features a beautiful, dark green jade grip with an angled pommel, chiselled with floral motifs at the edge and enriched with rubies framed with yellow gold.
The silver-plated wooden scabbard is engraved and decorated at the upper parts with a bas-relieved garland and a band featuring an inscription in Arabic. There’s also a shell-shaped tip, a decorated suspension ring and remains of gilding.
For similar, jade grips decorated with hard stones and gold, see “Islamic and Oriental Arms and Armour” by Robert Hales, pages 18-27. Also, this is interesting and rare blade, almost straight, has an unusual length considering the type of dagger.
Source: Copyright © 2014 Czerny’s International Auction House S.R.L.
When my husband [Carl Sagan] died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again.
Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful.
The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.