I’m just tryna earn a little heart emoji next to my name in ya phone shawty

motiya:

See how chill and non competitive your life gets when you don’t judge other girls in how they dress, do their make up, or how many selfies they take. Take a nap by a window, glow up

cosmo sex tip 434

jokerisms:

when he’s on his back, lay on his chest so that your body is slightly perpendicular to his

THEN HOOK HIS LEG AND PIN HIM FOR THE THREE-COUNT TO BECOME THE NEW WWE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION

thisiswander:

Graeme Owsianski
Vancouver Island, Canada
Canon 5D Mark II | Canon 1-V 35mm

What sort of activities do you get up to on your wild adventures?

Exploring, hiking, fishing, surfing, motorcycling, swimming, canoeing and camping. There’s a lot of wilderness out there, get some and have fun!

Tumblr: @benchandcompass
Instagram: @graeme_o

sukihowell:

IMPORTANT - SIGNAL BOOST PLEASE

sukihowell:

IMPORTANT - SIGNAL BOOST PLEASE

feat:

”you have already seen that band so you don’t need to go to their concert again” no u don’t understand

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If you are female, expressing hatred for your own body is not just acceptable, it’s practically de rigeur. Failure to indulge in the requisite amount of self-flagellation – my thighs! my skin! my face! – isn’t just negligent, it’s unfeminine. Self-hatred is fundamental to how femininity is constructed, more fundamental than any of the more obvious external symbols (dress, make-up, shoes). What matters is not that you are beautiful, but you know your place in the beauty hierarchy (and since every woman ages, every woman’s place will eventually be somewhere at the bottom).

Young women are encouraged to bond over their dislike of excess body hair, surplus flesh and “uneven” skin. They are meant to do so in a jovial way, egged on by perky adverts informing them what “real women” do: worry about having underarms beautiful enough for a sleeveless top, celebrate curves with apologetic booty shakes and cackle ruefully over miserable Sex-and-the-City-style lunches of Ryvita and Dulcolax. It’s a gendered ritual; men get football and booze, women get control pants and detoxes. We are supposed, of course, to be grateful. Hey, you don’t have to be perfect! Just know you’re not perfect and act accordingly, with the appropriate levels of guilt and shame!

Fairy tale after fairy tale tells us that what matters is being beautiful “on the inside” but what does that really mean? It means submission, obedience and the suppression of one’s own desires. Don’t be haughty and proud. Clean the hearth. Kiss the frog. Love the beast. Suck it up when you’re replaced by a younger model. Sure, you may look fine, but you mustn’t feel fine. You mustn’t be vain. You mustn’t be angry. All fury and pain must be turned back on itself. That way you’ll be a real princess: silent, fragile and never threatening to challenge the status quo.

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