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My name's Briana. 17. I'm pretty effing queer. I love books, acting, and traveling. I'm a bit of a feminist. and I love talking to people, so feel free to message me. did I mention I love books? instagram: @BrianaKimberly_

fake-mermaid:

why can’t mosquitos suck out my fat instead


danpintilini:

flukeoffate:

gingahninjah:

sliced bread is the greatest thing since betty white

Reblogging for that comment

thats crazy

danpintilini:

flukeoffate:

gingahninjah:

sliced bread is the greatest thing since betty white

Reblogging for that comment

thats crazy


tittily:

my little cousin got bit by a house spider and she was crying so i went to get some stuff to soothe and numb it but before i could even walk out the door i heard her quietly whisper ‘i can’t handle the responsibility of being spiderman’


ffractal:

sxrreal:

When I say “please don’t take a picture of me” it’s not because I’m being bitchy and stubborn, it’s because if I see that picture I will seriously feel so bad about myself and think I am the ugliest thing on earth and sink a little deeper into self consciousness and hatred.

thank you

and before anyone says anything about selfies- those are controlled photos. 


sandandglass:

Daily Show correspondent Michael Che tries to find a safe place to report from.


A good goal should scare you a little and excite you a lot.

Chris Soriano  (via setbabiesonfire)

We were grabbing a bite of lunch at a small cafe, in a mall, right across from a booth that sold jewelry and where ears could be pierced for a fee. A mother approaches with a little girl of six or seven years old. The little girl is clearly stating that she doesn’t want her ears pierced, that’s she’s afraid of how much it will hurt, that she doesn’t like earrings much in the first place. Her protests, her clear ‘no’ is simply not heard. The mother and two other women, who work the booth, begin chatting and trying to engage the little girl in picking out a pair of earrings. She has to wear a particular kind when the piercing is first done but she could pick out a fun pair for later.

"I don’t want my ears pierced."

"I don’t want any earrings."

The three adults glance at each other conspiratorially and now the pressure really begins. She will look so nice, all the other girls she knows wear earrings, the pain isn’t bad.

She, the child, sees what’s coming and starts crying. As the adults up the volume so does she, she’s crying and emitting a low wail at the same time. “I DON’T WANT MY EARS PIERCED.”

Her mother leans down and speaks to her, quietly but strongly, the only words we could hear were ‘… embarrassing me.’

We heard, then, two small screams, when the ears were pierced.

Little children learn early and often that ‘no doesn’t mean no.’

Little children learn early that no one will stand with them, even the two old men looking horrified at the events from the cafeteria.

Little girls learn early and often that their will is not their own.

No means no, yeah, right.

Most often, for kids and others without power, ”no means force.”


from "No Means Force" at Dave Hingsburger’s blog.

This is important. It doesn’t just apply to little girls and other children, though it often begins there.

For the marginalized, our “no’s” are discounted as frivolous protests, rebelliousness, or anger issues, or we don’t know what we’re talking about, or we don’t understand what’s happening.

When “no means force” we become afraid to say no.

(via k-pagination)


lotolle:

purplesmauge:

clarityandchaos:

earloffabulousness:

everybody stop what you’re doing, its a cat cleaning a baby

"Stupid furless humans can’t take care of their kitten, I have to do everything myself."

My favourite thing is baby sitting up thinking “What the fuck is that?”  Then seeing the cat, thinks “Very well, continue.”

Stupid furless humans.

lotolle:

purplesmauge:

clarityandchaos:

earloffabulousness:

everybody stop what you’re doing, its a cat cleaning a baby

"Stupid furless humans can’t take care of their kitten, I have to do everything myself."

My favourite thing is baby sitting up thinking “What the fuck is that?”  Then seeing the cat, thinks “Very well, continue.”

Stupid furless humans.


twlboaj:

on a scale from Matilda to Carrie how well do you handle having telekinesis and terrible parents


teachthemhowtothink:

smokeandwhiskers:

egalitariste:

feministe-radicale-et-bisexuelle:

edwardspoonhands:

cassandracroft:

So this is what trust looks like.

Funny, my first thought was “So this is what the patriarchy looks like.”

Yup. This is how women are supposed to trust men. With their lives.

Woman : “Hey, can we just… Drop the bow?”Man : “WHY DON’T YOU TRUST ME I’M NOT A VIOLENT GUY, YOU ARE INSULTING ME THINKING I WILL HURT YOU!!!”Woman : “No it’s just… Well I’m afraid.”Man : “But why? Look at me, I’m not afraid. And we’re equal, look, we pull the bow together.”Woman : “I think we’re not equal, you can kill me with the arrow and I can’t.”Man : “What? So you would like to be able to kill me? You’re so agressive!”Woman : “That’s not what I mean, we were talking about equality : you can hurt me, I can’t.”Man : “Of course you can. You can hit me with the bow if you want.”Woman : “That’s not the same thing, it will never kill you.”Man : “Oh, you always complaining, stop victimising yourself! Do I talk about the difficulty of holding the arrow? Of the responsibility it giving to me?”[…]Etc, etc.Every debates about gender equality, ladies and gentleman.


omg the comments.  Brilliant.

teachthemhowtothink:

smokeandwhiskers:

egalitariste:

feministe-radicale-et-bisexuelle:

edwardspoonhands:

cassandracroft:

So this is what trust looks like.

Funny, my first thought was “So this is what the patriarchy looks like.”

Yup. This is how women are supposed to trust men. With their lives.

Woman : “Hey, can we just… Drop the bow?”
Man : “WHY DON’T YOU TRUST ME I’M NOT A VIOLENT GUY, YOU ARE INSULTING ME THINKING I WILL HURT YOU!!!”
Woman : “No it’s just… Well I’m afraid.”
Man : “But why? Look at me, I’m not afraid. And we’re equal, look, we pull the bow together.”
Woman : “I think we’re not equal, you can kill me with the arrow and I can’t.”
Man : “What? So you would like to be able to kill me? You’re so agressive!”
Woman : “That’s not what I mean, we were talking about equality : you can hurt me, I can’t.”
Man : “Of course you can. You can hit me with the bow if you want.”
Woman : “That’s not the same thing, it will never kill you.”
Man : “Oh, you always complaining, stop victimising yourself! Do I talk about the difficulty of holding the arrow? Of the responsibility it giving to me?”

[…]
Etc, etc.
Every debates about gender equality, ladies and gentleman.

omg the comments.  Brilliant.


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