Alright tumblr, I’m felling dangerous and spontaneous.
I found this sweat band in my sister’s room and have been wearing it for about an hour now. It is practically a part of me.
If this gets over 320 notes
I don’t have a lot of followers so I’m not going crazythen I will wear this holy sweat band to school, every day for the rest of the school year.
But it has to be before I go back to school from Spring Break on April 23!!
Guys, THE GAME HAS CHANGED
My sister says if this doesn’t get enough notes SHE IS KEEPING THE SWEAT BAND
GUYS I AM EMOTINALLY ATTACHED TO THIS THING RIGHT NOW
PLEASE REBLOG TO HELP THIS POOR CHILD WHO LIKES TO WEAR STUPID THINGS
ARE YOU EMO?
Source: Seventeen Magazine, c. 1999 - 2002
u know ur emo if: you wear clothes
This is like JC Penny’s hipster look. They didn’t have any real scene clothes, so they scrounged around what they had and failed to make a unified look. Dressing Barbies has similar issues.
Conservative activist Phyllis Schlafly made some pretty backwards comments about women and equal pay, saying it would prevent women from finding a “suitable mate.” Our Communications Director Jess McIntosh appeared on msnbc’s The Last Word to talk about the latest GOP outreach to women.
Maybe women don’t want a man who earns a higher salary. Maybe they want one who earns a high one. Bringing the wages of women to that same high level wouldn’t change their opinion of the man, it would only uncover any sexism he had.
As women, when we’re children we’re taught to enter the world with big hearts. Blooming hearts. Hearts bigger than our damn fists. We are taught to forgive - constantly - as opposed to what young boys are taught: Revenge, to get ‘even.’ Our empathy is constantly made appeals to, often demanded for. If we refuse to show kindness, we are reprimanded. We are not good women if we do not crush our bones to make more space for the world, if we do not spread our entire skin over rocks for others to tread on, if we do not kill ourselves in every meaning of the word in the process of making it cozy for everyone else. It is the heat generated by the burning of our bodies with which the world keeps warm. We are taught to sacrifice so much for so little. This is the general principle all over the world.
By the time we are young women, we are tired. Most of us are drained. Some of us enter a lock of silence because of that lethargy. Some of us lash out. When I think of that big, blooming heart we once had, it looks shriveled and worn out now. When I was teaching, I had a young student named Mariam. She was only 11 years old. Some boy pushed her around in class, called her names, broke her spirit for the day. We were sitting under a chestnut tree on a field trip and she asked me if a boy ever hurt me. I told her many did and I destroyed them one by one. I think that’s the first time she ever heard the word ‘destroyed.’ We rarely teach our girls to fight back for the right reasons.
Take up more space as a woman. Take up more time. Take your time. You are taught to hide, censor, move about without messing up decorum for a man’s comfort. Whether it’s said or not, you’re taught balance. Forget that. Displease. Disappoint. Destroy. Be loud, be righteous, be messy. Mess up and it’s fine – you are learning to unlearn. Do not see yourself like glass. Like you could get dirty and clean. You are flesh. You are not constant. You change. Society teaches women to maintain balance and that robs us of our volatility. Our mercurial hearts. Calm and chaos. Love only when needed; preserve otherwise.
Do not be a moth near the light; be the light itself. Do not let a man’s ocean-big ego swallow you up. Know what you want. Ask yourself first. Decide your own pace. Decide your own path. Be cruel when needed. Be gentle only when needed. Collapse and then re-construct. When someone says you are being obscene, say yes I am. When they say you are being wrong, say yes I am. When they say you are being selfish, say yes I am. Why shouldn’t I be? How do you expect a woman to stand on her two feet if you keep striking her at the ankles.
There are multiple lessons we must teach our young girls so that they render themselves their own pillars instead of keeping male approval as the focal point of their lives. It is so important to state your feelings of inconvenience as a woman. We are instructed to tailor ourselves and our discomfort - constantly told that we are ‘whining’ and ‘nagging’ and ‘complaining too much.’ That kind of silence is horribly violent, that kind of insistence upon uniformly nodding in agreement to your own despair, and smiling emptily so no man is ever uncomfortable around us. Male-entitlement dictates a woman’s silence. If we could see the mimetic model of the erasure of a woman’s voice, it would be an incredibly bloody sight.
On a breezy July night, my mother and I were sleeping under the open sky. Before dozing off, I told her that I think there is a special place in heaven where all wounded women bury their broken hearts and their hearts grow into trees that only give fruit to the good and poison to the bad. She smiled and said Ameen. Then she closed her eyes.
this is so empowering! beautiful
i was with a new friend yesterday and he was telling us how he worked on a maple syrup farm and then he kind of pulls me aside and was like “hey don’t tell anyone but i can get you some maple syrup at a nice discount price but technically it’s not legal but let’s keep that on the down low” and i think i just made friends with an illegal maple syrup dealer
he said keep it on the down low and you post it on tumblr!?!
Okay, I’m not one to post rants about things but this, this fucking scene right here is easily like the most heart-wrenching, disgusting and fucked up part in this whole movie.
He was the love of her life, she literally gave up everything for him and he killed her for a bit of money. She spent years waiting for someone to find her and ask for her hand in marriage and the one man who actually does tells her that he’s done it by accident. She realizes that she can’t force him to love her and lets him go with the woman he truly cares for.
Emily is dead, at this point she’s realized that there most likely isn’t someone out there for her, not only has she died alone but now she has to spend all of eternity alone. This is a thought she’s had to have entertained more than once but now it’s her reality.
And then here he is, Barkis, the one who took everything away from her, every chance she ever had of happiness, standing in front of her openly mocking the pain she’s been through. Not only that, he says exactly what it is she’s been terrified of hearing; that she will never be loved the way that she wants and it devastates her. You can see it on her face.