“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
whatsortofamandoesntcarryatrowel:
Dad: Why do you think they do that?
Girl: Because the companies who make these try to trick the girls into buying the pink stuff instead of stuff boys want to buy. [x]that awkward moment when a child understands the harm of forcing gender roles better than most grown male politicians.
Always reblog.
(via tjfriers)
| How to kill a spider: | |
| get a piece of tissue paper | |
| approach it slowly | |
| and very carefully | |
| burn the house down. |
This point can never be repeated often enough.
i will always reblog this
I love this woman so much
(Source: commie-pinko-liberal)
My Social Life
Otherwise known as my imaginary friend.
Seriously though, I don’t know what’s happened. It’s been nearly two weeks since I’ve seen my best friend for more than 30 seconds, and I’ve done so few social things in the past month that I can count three times as many nights that I’ve spent turning down invites to things than I have spent actually participating in human interaction. I don’t know what it is…… I just feel….. distant. I haven’t felt at home at all for almost this entire semester. I have so little motivation to do anything, and even dancing has become more of a chore than anything else most of the time.
This all just kind of hit me as I watched a suite of my friends all getting dressed up and excited to go out for their second night of Halloween - the most social holiday time of the year - and I was just preparing to come back to my room and read a little and then maybe watch some dance videos before going to bed early.
And the few times that I have been social, I’ve felt weird. Idk. Maybe I should just try to make more friends? I mean, I don’t intentionally NOT make friends, but I just like so few people that it’s hard. And I don’t even mean that in a funny way. I legitimately just dislike a lot of people - I can’t really help it.
W/e, this was better thought out earlier, but then I got distracted by a long Skype conversation with my best friend from home (whom I have gone over a month without speaking to - which us UNHEARD of)
Moral of the story - I feel oddly alone and distant from everyone and everything at the place that used to be what I thought was where I most belonged in the world.
Waves of truth.
This is actually why I used to be embarrassed to walk around grocery stores with my baby brother if my parents weren’t around.
(via tjfriers)
Male privilege is the sexualization of Breast Cancer awareness.
THIS
it reminds me of what Randall Munroe said:
“The frustrating thing about the “Save the Boobies” campaign and similar things (like the “Booberday” meme going around G+) is that they get it exactly backward. Often, the point of breast cancer treatment is to destroy some or all of the boobies in order to save the woman.
Saying that we should work to cure this disease because it threatens breasts is really upsetting. For starters, it suggests that women are worth saving because they’re attached to breasts, rather than the other way around. But worse, it tells any woman who’s had a mastectomy to try to save her life that she’s lost the thing that made people care about her survival. What a punch in the stomach.”
(Source: all-about-male-privilege, via heffablehorralump)
