Thursday, April 17, 2014


I get really really mad at the whole “indie girl” aesthetic because it’s still all about being thin. U can wear mismatched socks and tartan skirts and cut ur front fringe to half ur forehead but ya gotta be thin. Like fuck that youre just promoting a slightly different kind of evil with ur pale blogs
It makes me so mad this mightn’t make sense. But I’m mad at everything being about thin white girls I’m mad at feeling like I can’t wear certain clothes bc I don’t have the cheekbones


Lana Del Rey songs make me feel sad and nostalgic about things that haven’t happened to me

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[Gifset: Laverne Cox speaks at the GLAAD media awards, she says,

"Each and every one of us has the capacity to be an oppressor. I want to encourage each and every one of us to interrogate how we might be an oppressor, and how we might be able to become liberators for ourselves and each other."]



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I have had some super lovely days with friends this week I am so pleased with all of this :D.

I have tried to skip around this before because this all seems so immature and pathetic, but it needs to be said outright because it’s come to a head.

Looking at my blog with the express knowledge that I do not want you to, is harassment. It is a transgression of my repeatedly-evinced boundaries. 
Further, looking at my blog with the intention of sharing posts you feel (probably incorrectly) might be about a person who I have had problems with in the past, is enabling harassment. It’s harassment because now it’s clear to you that your behaviour is harmful and upsetting, so in continuing it, you are intending to harm and threaten me, and expose me to further harassment.

I understand you think you’re looking out for a friend, but you’re harassing me.

This has been going on since last year. I have attempted to block this person from my blog. I have made no contact with them, I was forced to block them on other media, and to disable anonymous here. I have severed communications. I do not check up on this person, I don’t want to know what they are doing or saying. I have made it very clear that they make me feel unsafe. I don’t care if you think that my concerns regarding that person are valid or not, that person used to look at my blog between 5-10x a day whilst KNOWING it made me uncomfortable, has continually asked mutual friends questions about me, and has contacted me despite me severing communications, along with a whole slew of other stuff not relevant to the issue of keeping tabs. Your opinion on whether or not I’m a horrible witch for not standing by and tolerating abuse (or whatever I’m supposed to have done, I genuinely don’t know) is irrelevant to me. Your opinion as to whether or not another person has a ‘right’ to put their view forth (whilst transgressing my boundaries) is also irrelevant. You sharing posts with that person is knowingly making me feel unsafe and exposing me to further harassment, and you should feel fucking bad for that because doing so makes you a piece of shit.

I do not want any contact, or to have that person able to keep tabs on me. Surely this is clear enough. I do not want to be continually made to feel unsafe. If you ever share posts with this person, you should unfollow me because you clearly don’t care about people’s comfort or consent.

This is not me talking shit about anyone I have had problems with, it is me asking to be left alone, yet again.

You can see the impending cold/flu seeping out of my pores.

You can see the impending cold/flu seeping out of my pores.

I hate buying gifts for rich people because it’s like no matter what you buy them, it’s guaranteed they will despise it because they already have one and it’s like 50x better and more expensive. Probably in monogrammed leather.

Also I feel like a reverse robin hood,taking from the poor (me) and giving to the rich.

When I first saw that loom bands craze, all I thought was that the resulting bracelets are far uglier and less precise than those bracelets and charms made from those really long, thin tubes of multicoloured plastic that were a hit when I was like 13-14.

~ This new children’s craze is inferior, 90s kids doing things in the mid 2000s, nickelodeon never gave a single fuck ~ etc.

I sort of love wearing heels and the aesthetic of them, but whenever my feet start to hurt or I notice my strides are shorter, I remember that they’re patriarchal beauty constructs.

I wear them less often, now.

Toxic masculinity hurts men, but there’s a big difference between women dealing with the constant threat of being raped, beaten, and killed by the men in their lives, and men not being able to cry. Robert Jensen (via quoilecanard)

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i am getting sick and I’ve been busy sorry for not replying to messages i will do so asap

Men do not get to use misogynistic slurs, men do not get to redefine the meaning of misogynistic slurs.

I don’t care WHY you call your shitty guy friends bitches and sluts, or what the hell you ~really~ mean when you do it, you’re being sexist and you need to stop.


False rape accusations are an anomaly.

True rape accusations are a norm.

You’re, quite literally, more likely to be killed by a comet than falsely accused of rape.