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Song: MitchiriNeko March
Plays: 36,731

thatonenarga:

WHO CAN HAVE A BAD DAY WHEN THIS SONG IS IN YOUR LIFE.

  #aww  
  #damnnnn    #damn  
inagardenbythesea:

 

inagardenbythesea:

 

  #yes    #!!!!!!!!  

A boy sprawled next to me on the bus, elbows out, knee pointing sharp into my thigh.
He frowned at me when I uncrossed my legs, unfolded my hands
and splayed out like boys are taught to: all big, loose limbs.
I made sure to jab him in the side with my pretty little sharp purse.
At first he opened his mouth like I expected him to, but instead of speaking up he sat there, quiet, and took it for the whole bus ride.
Like a girl.

Once, a boy said my anger was cute, and he laughed,
and I remember thinking that I should sit there and take it,
because it isn’t ladylike to cause a scene and girls aren’t supposed to raise their voices.
But then he laughed again and all I saw
was my pretty little sharp nails digging into his cheek
before drawing back and making a horribly unladylike fist.
(my teacher informed me later that there is no ladylike way of making a fist.)

When we were both in the principal’s office twenty minutes later
him with a bloody mouth and cheek, me with skinned knuckles,
I tried to explain in words that I didn’t have yet
that I was tired of having my emotions not taken seriously
just because I’m a girl.

Girls are taught: be small, so boys can be big.
Don’t take up any more space than absolutely necessary.
Be small and smooth with soft edges
and hold in the howling when they touch you and it hurts:
the sandpaper scrape of their body hair that we would be shamed for having,
the greedy hands that press too hard and too often take without asking permission.

Girls are taught: be quiet and unimposing and oh so small
when they heckle you with their big voices from the window of a car,
because it’s rude to scream curse words back at them, and they’d just laugh anyway.
We’re taught to pin on smiles for the boys who jeer at us on the street
who see us as convenient bodies instead of people.

Girls are taught: hush, be hairless and small and soft,
so we sit there and take it and hold in the howling,
pretend to be obedient lapdogs instead of the wolves we are.
We pin pretty little sharp smiles on our faces instead of opening our mouths,
because if we do we get accused of silly women emotions
blowing everything out of proportion with our PMS, we get
condescending pet names and not-so-discreet eyerolls.

Once, I got told I punched like a girl.
I told him, Good. I hope my pretty little sharp rings leave scars.

'My Perfume Doubles As Mace,' theappleppielifestyle. (via queenofeden)
  #wow    #word up  
prinnay:

~Arc en Celia~

prinnay:

~Arc en Celia~

  #rad art  

burgrs:

DID YOU KNOW: WHEN U KNOCK ON SOMEONE’S BEDROOM DOOR UR NOT SUPPOSED TO OPEN THE DOOR RIGHT AFTER U KNOCK WHAT KIND OF WARNING IS THAT IF IM IN THE NUDE IM NOT GIONG TO BE ABLE TO PUT CLOTHES ON IN 0.2 SECONDS U PIECE OF SHIT WAIT UNTIL I SAY U CAN COME IN

pekomelon:

welcome to being queer, where everything you do is a political statement and your oppressors think youre oppressing them

awwww-cute:

Took my cat to the Vet

awwww-cute:

Took my cat to the Vet

ixnay-on-the-oddk:

okee

ixnay-on-the-oddk:

okee

  #nsfw    #yo o o  

wishuponastardis:

Special skills: extensive Harry Potter knowledge, can watch an entire TV show in a week, knows words to every Disney song, can form abnormally strong attachments to fictional characters, Microsoft Word

  #basically    #about me  
nomicheese:

Putting birds on things at #akalondon thank you O!

nomicheese:

Putting birds on things at #akalondon thank you O!

  #hoooly shit    #rad art  
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Song: You're So Dark
Artist: Arctic Monkeys
Plays: 75,575

flirtly:

justsoundingitout:

You’re So Dark || Arctic Monkeys

"I know you’re nothing like mine cause she’s walking on sunshine, and your love would tear us apart. And I know I’m not your type, cause I don’t shun the daylight. But baby I’m willing to start."

GOOD SONG

  #yesss    #music  

werefoxstiles:

Your soulmate is not someone that comes into your life peacefully. It is who comes to make you question things, who changes your reality, somebody that marks a before and after in your life. It is not the human being everyone has idealized, but an ordinary person, who manages to revolutionize your world in a second.

fancymarquis:

finished it !

  #klk  

vicious-desperation:

bepeu:

no one has a crush on me. i am too strong to be crushed

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  #gotg