Thursday, April 24, 2014

how to pick up CHICKS!!

eggeworth:

  • cup your hands around them protectively
  • lift them from the ground
  • gently kiss their fuzzy heads
  • say “peep peep” calmingly so as not to be pecked
  • peep peep

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Wednesday, April 23, 2014
bled:

IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS FOREVER

bled:

IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS FOREVER

(Source: subtubitles)

notaunthilda:

just a girl // no doubt // tragic kingdom // 1995

Women are afraid of meeting a serial killer. Men are afraid of meeting someone fat. When Strangers Click, a 2011 documentary about online dating (via rawfuel)

(Source: tealeafprincess)

exhibition-ism:

Bansky is back in the UK 

(Source: exhibition-ism.com )

dryadgoddess:

Festival season is here and Lunar Nymphs Boutique is doing a giveaway!

I will be giving away one of my beautiful bras listed on my etsy:

https://www.etsy.com/shop/lunarnymphs 

Winner will get to choose whichever bra they like and I will create it in their size ❀ Each of my bras comes with straps, can be made as a push up, double push (may vary), or no push up at all. 

RULES/GUIDELINES: 

1. Size 32A - 36DD is the most common sizes I can find. Size 32C is not sold at the places I get my bras from. If you do win and you are a size 32C, I can do a bra size equivalent or you can send me a bra to decorate. As for smaller or bigger sizes you will have to mail me a bra. Please keep this in mind if you do wish to enter the giveaway. 

2. In order to enter you must live in the United States, 18+

3. Reblog this post to be entered. Reblog ONCE a day. Please do not spam your followers. Likes do not count. Also, do not use giveaway or sideblogs, be fair! 

4. You do not have to be following me.

5. I will be using a random number generator to pick the winner, so it will be completely fair. (http://www.random.org/)

6. If you do not follow the rules/guidelines and happen to be chosen I will have to disqualify you and pick another winner using the generator. 

Giveaway ends Monday April 28th 12:00 AM (PDT)

kyssthis16:

talesofthestarshipregeneration:

strangeasanjles:

allahyil3analsohyouniyeh:

priceofliberty:

thefreelioness:

The NYPD tried to start a hashtag outpouring of positive memories with their police force. 

If this were ever a bad idea, it was probably the worst idea for arguably the most corrupt police force in America. 

via Vice:

And just how did they think this was going to play out/

my thoughts EXACTLY

They played themselves. I can’t stop laughing!

Heteronormativity isn’t just about the presumption that everyone is heterosexual. The expectation that boys woo girls feeds into your mind the expectation that relationships are necessary for fulfilment, and you are less than if you are not having particular kinds of sex with a particular, and a particular kind of, person at particular intervals. It’s about what Lauren Berlant calls the love plot, in which love is produced as a generic text enabling society to interpret your life as following certain conventions. It’s not about what you want, it’s about what you’re supposed to want. You’re not encouraged to think about what you want in relationships, if anything, so much as you are encouraged to fit a script. Heteronormativity messes things up for everyone, straight people included. Tossing the script of desire | Zero at the Bone (via virginalvalour)
pastel-goth-princess:

❤
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
think-progress:

“If Graves and Coster-Waldau were attempting to portray something that viewers would perceive as consensual, they obviously didn’t succeed.”
What THAT Game of Thrones scene says about rape culture.

think-progress:

If Graves and Coster-Waldau were attempting to portray something that viewers would perceive as consensual, they obviously didn’t succeed.”

What THAT Game of Thrones scene says about rape culture.

(Source: scarerants)

Look around your college classroom, spot the virgins.

See, this seems like a game until you skip over the girl with a short skirt and hair in front of her eyes because you heard last summer that she slept with like nineteen guys. You can’t see her hands, but they’re under the table, pulling a rosary through her fingers as she tries to wash the sin off her. She’s only ever kissed three people in her whole life and they’re all girls. She turned down the wrong guy and he told everyone she’s “a whore.” The label “slut” stuck to the bottom of her shoe and swallowed her up.

But that quiet girl who is always reading probably never touched someone else’s penis, you figure, because you don’t know that she goes home and strips down and pulls on tight black leather, you don’t know she’s got a set of whips that could make any set of knees quiver, you don’t know because she’s proud of what she does but she’s not going to let anyone know about it. She’s sexy, just not here, not where people judge.

See, the truth is: you have no idea who has lost their virginity, because it doesn’t change you. It doesn’t give you some kind of glow or superpower or stamp on your forehead. You know the feeling of waking up on your birthday and thinking “I don’t feel any older whatsoever”? That’s what maybe they’re all so afraid of you finding out: sex doesn’t change you. Sex doesn’t make you an animal, sex doesn’t suddenly make your relationship a million times more stable or intimate or romantic - it can’t fix what’s broken, although it can make the pain go away for a bit. Sex doesn’t really occur with eighty tea lights and a thick white rug. Sex is ugly and loud and frequently awkward, sex is excellent and breathtaking and when you wake up the next morning, you’re the exact same person. There’s not some magical connection with the person in bed beside you. Believe it or not, pregnancy isn’t some kind of punishment - but practice safe sex, get tested, don’t spread your germs around. They want to tell you, “Sex can ruin you” and I’ve heard that a lot as a little girl, that some boy would join me under my sheets and then dump me four days after, used, unhappy.

But I figured out that I’m not a fucking toy. Letting someone have sex with me is not letting them “use” me, because I’m not an object. My father said the issue lay in the fact “Men are insecure and need to know that they’re the best you ever had,” but I think that’s a steaming crock of absolute-wrong and if I didn’t tell the people I’m with how many others I’d slept beside, there would be literally no way for them to know my number, because I don’t rust, I don’t wear out, I don’t get bruised. I’m not a wilting fruit, I don’t go rotten.

But here’s the thing: some people connect sex and emotion. I don’t personally because I am probably secretly an ice storm in disguise, but I still respect my partner’s desires. If they’re the type to want love and sex to coincide, I let them. I don’t make fun, I don’t pull one-night-stands or friends-with-benefits, because it’s not their “reputation” I’m afraid for: it’s their heart I’m defending.

Here’s the thing: Instead of worrying about people’s “purity” and how it defines them as a person, worry instead about how you can protect other people’s emotions.

Because here’s the thing: look around your room and spot the virgins. Look harder. You can’t tell. Sex doesn’t alter people, it doesn’t make them act in a certain way nor dress in a certain manner. Sex and personality have nothing to do with each other. There’s a reason that virginity doesn’t show on someone’s face: because having sex doesn’t cause you to change.

"I lost my virginity to a boy I didn’t even love…" /// r.i.d  (via leftgreatperhapsless)

HECK YES THIS ROCKS!

(via englishmujer)

mayakern:

seasonal fashion according to me

god i hate summer