Come and Open Up Your Folding Chair Next to Me

Amie. 17. I enjoy nature gazing, singing along to music, dancing like no one is watching, and other awesome stuff. I am a vegetarian, an artist, a Catholic Christian, a runner and a science buff. human being online

Not being assaulted is not a privilege to be earned through the judicious application of personal safety strategies. A woman should be able to walk down the street at 4 in the morning in nothing but her socks, blind drunk, without being assaulted, and I, for one, am not going to do anything to imply that she is in any way responsible for her own assault if she fails to Adequately Protect Herself. Men aren’t helpless dick-driven maniacs who can’t help raping a vulnerable woman. It disrespects EVERYONE. Emily Nagoski (via rhetoricaddiction)

(Source: rapeisnotajoke, via ripplingmirrors)

Here’s what I know about the realm of possibility—
it is always expanding, it is never what you think
it is. Everything around us was once deemed
impossible. From the airplane overhead to
the phones in our pockets to the choir girl
putting her arm around the metalhead.
As hard as it is for us to see sometimes, we all exist
within the realm of possibility. Most of the limits
are of our own world’s devising. And yet,
every day we each do so many things
that were once impossible to us. David Levithan — the realm of possibility (via frenchlellama)

(via thejewelryboxroom)

I notice everything.

And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.

(Source: dinhtheresa, via vodkaandpickles)

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