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radicalrebellion:

feministcaptainmorgan:

baronsledjoys:

firecannotkillafitblr:

This drives me mad. I used to work in a bookstore, and was talking to my coworker and he just yelled out “stop flirting with me!” at this ridiculous volume and it was humiliating because
1. I wasn’t
2. I got in trouble for acting unprofessional
3. He embarrassed me in front of a line of people
4. And he only stopped insisting that I was flirting when my boyfriend (who is now my husband) said, “dude, trust me, she’s not flirting with you” to him

That asshole respected my BOYFRIEND saying I wasn’t flirting more than he respected me saying it and I was the one who was talking! The whole scene got me in trouble at work. And the most ridiculous part is we were talking about a fucking book. In a bookstore.

One time, my ex boyfriend had a crush on some girl, and said that he thought he might have “a chance” with her.

When I asked him what made him think that, he said “Well, she talks to me.”

And this is why it is so difficult to be a girl and be friends with men who are attracted to women.

Can we also add that this is why a lot of women do the resting bitch face when out in public. Cause dudes swear a glance or a smile is flirting.

So I smile, ALOT! I always have, man, my name means “to smile.” I still remember, when I was around 15, I was out with my family and dad said “don’t smile so much, these guys get the wrong idea. When you go out, just look like you’re in a bad mood”
❝ Anyone who thinks sitting in church can make you a Christian must also think that sitting in a garage can make you a car. ❞
—   Garrison Keillor (via kushandwizdom)   —

utmostidiocy:

A baby’s laughter is one of the most beautiful sounds you will ever hear. Unless it’s 3am. And you’re home alone. And you don’t have a baby.

lifehackable:

More Reasons to Love Tumblr Here

Understand and believe in the concept that you can literally become anything you want

partlystarsmostlyvoid:

madmenandmayhem:

evilspice:

toyota:

damn the pope about to preach some sick verses

the guy beatboxing behind him

"the guy" is the italian president

P-Francis and the Prez

http://howitzerliterarysociety.tumblr.com/post/93247928541

howitzerliterarysociety:

bonerfart:

soaply:

*upper middle class fucker voice* But you have [one nice thing] so how are you poor

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It’s almost like an entire industry recognized that “poor” people also ate food and needed to store this “food” and so developed “cheap” refrigerators that “poor” people…

❝ You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming. ❞
—   Pablo Neruda (via feellng)   —
❝ Do you think that your 16 year old daughter hasn’t masturbated already? Like, do you really think there’s anything in that scene that this chick hasn’t already tried when the lights go out at night, or in the bathroom, or in the tub, or with the shower head or something like that? I’m telling you, man, I’m not teaching this broad anything new. If I were to create a rating system, I wouldn’t even put murder right at the top of the chief offenses. I would put rape right at the top, and assault against women. Because it’s so insanely overused and insulting how much it’s overused in movies as a plot device, a woman in peril. That, to me, is offensive, yet that shit skates. ❞
—   Kevin Smith (director) on the ridiculousness of movies about sex receiving NC-17 ratings while extremely violent movies get by with R ratings. (via kevinnj)   —

forthebrave:

Women of the World

Photos by Steve McCurry

❝ If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking. ❞
—   Haruki Murakami, (via kushandwizdom)   —

howling-lights:

howling-lights:

leviathans-in-the-tardis:

sometimes i get mad at australian stereotypes but then i remember that my backyard looks like this

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IM FREAKING OUT THIS IS MY BACKYARD HOW DID YOU GET THIS PICTURE??????

never mind i just found my brother’s blog by accident

endthymes:

arthur kleinjan, paris looks. 1999-2001

Between 1999 and 2001, the artist spent hours perched in a balcony above the Sacré Coeur church in Paris, watching the people below. As tourists struck poses for souvenir snapshots, he would take a second photograph from behind.

“Sometimes it takes a few seconds for their friends to get the camera ready, and they suddenly don’t know what to do with their bodies. They ask themselves, what leg do I stand on? A bag, or a bottle of water should be out of the image, so they keep it behind their back. They design themselves into what they think is a nice picture … I wanted to show the moment of alteration, as the tourists transform themselves into an image. They seem very self-conscious about the way they look. Vulnerability is revealed. Their discomfort with their own body, as they stand there, is isolated in time and space, waiting to become a future memory.” (x)