"My lipstick isn’t for 50 year old men who love feisty redheads. My mascara isn’t for meat-head frat boys. My heels aren’t to make other women jealous or self-conscious. I ready myself for my days in the ways that make me most comfortable and confident. My femininity is subversive. I infiltrate hetero-normative environments and assumptions and I blow them up with crazy queerness you never see coming. And I complement my partner in a way that is complete and balanced and comfortable. For me."
Good god, this photo from farm-animal rescue group Edgar’s Mission is cute.
it’s sort of unfathomable how, despite the monstrosities that this world is constantly facing, my personal life feels really, stupendously right. 365 days ago i graduated college and it felt like every piece of my life fell apart. and it did. until i got the courage to sew myself back up and out of the rubble came these meaningful friendships, a supportive family and the strongest and most significant and most nauseatingly wonderful relationship i’ve ever had.
i feel like i’m exactly where i always wanted to be and it is the most freeing thing. i wish i could pass it on.
How fucked is it that you can’t even buy the food you need to live without being complicit in violence. What the fuck have we done.
"You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked “female”."
These photos are of Dreamers, children of immigrants without documents for this country, who were brought to the United States and never knew they were “illegal,” reuniting with their deported parents through a border wall in Nogales, Arizona.
If you have any reaction to these photos other than empathy, I don’t really want to know.