relyonloveonceinawhile:

whatmariadidnext:

two4fit:

TABLOID HEADLINES WITHOUT THE SEXISM

"WOMAN IN TRACKSUIT PROBABLY NOT DISOWNED BY ENTIRE FAMILY"

"It’s mildly breezy outside."

(via sebtalksalot)

irrreversibility:

boys cry
girls masturbate
boys can like pink and not be gay
girls can have short hair and not be a lesbian
boys can like ballet
girls can like video games
boys can be hot without a six pack
girls can be hot without a hairless body
boys can have hair down to their waists
girls can have stretch marks, curves and back fat

gender doesn’t determine what you can and cannot enjoy, what you can and cannot look like or what you can and cannot do

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kaon4shi:

alwaysenduphere:

Le génie du mal [The genius of evil, aka; Lucifer]; Guillaume Geefs 

“The statue was originally a commission for Geefs’ younger brother Joseph, who completed it in 1842 and installed it the following year. It generated controversy at once and was criticized for not representing a Christian ideal.The cathedral administration declared that “this devil is too sublime.” The local press intimated that the work was distracting the “pretty penitent girls” who should have been listening to the sermons.” [x]

[The original ‘sublime’ version shown below, and the ‘revised’ one in the photoset above]

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> Make sculpture of the devil

> No this sculpture is too hot for church

> Make another one

> It’s even hotter

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taxdollars:

fallopianrhapsody:

sleeping with your stuffed animals is punk rock don’t let anybody tell you different

I sleep sandwiched between two five foot long stuffed lobsters.

(Source: dykevanian, via caffiend13)

malformalady:

House next to Old Burying Point Cemetery, Salem, MA

malformalady:

House next to Old Burying Point Cemetery, Salem, MA

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Two years ago I moved my 80-year-old father closer to me so I could take care of him. We had been best friends from the day I was born. We are so much alike, we have the same ridiculous sense of humor, and we know what each other is thinking without saying a word. Caring for him deepened our friendship, and about six months in, some of the questions from my childhood started creeping back into my mind. My whole life, I felt like something was off. As a child, I knew my family was different, but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. There were things that just didn’t quite add up. Things that didn’t make sense. I remember asking questions and not being satisfied with the answers I received. It hit me one night as I was driving home from his apartment. I turned the car around and went back. I opened the door and without hesitation asked, “Are you gay?”

As the words fell out of my mouth, a sense of peace came with it. A sigh of relief and a deep understanding. In the seconds before he responded, I felt as if all of my childhood questions were finally answered.

“Well … I wouldn’t say I’m straight.”

My Dad and I Helped Each Other Come Out | Rosalee Eichstedt for the Advocate  (via gaywrites)

haha-killme:

quantumfemme:

unoppressedactivities:

white girls are having a crisis, y’all.



I’m so embarrassed oh my god why



They rise

haha-killme:

quantumfemme:

unoppressedactivities:

white girls are having a crisis, y’all.

I’m so embarrassed oh my god why
They rise

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NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY