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  2. Hair finally at the length I originally tried to cut it to.

     
  3. Me and my gal @salmarket

     
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  5. africanamericanfootball said: Would you trust anybody whose last name is another word for fart?

    bastardlybrendan:

    Poots even looks like the human embodiment of a fart.

     

  6. awesomephilia:

    Purr = happy cat noise

    Gato = Spanish for cat

    Purgatory = infinite realm of happy Spanish cats

    (Source: dutchster, via clevercrumbish)

     
  7. ecowatchorg:

    thepeoplesrecord:

    Los Angeles students protesting neglect of poorer schools took to the streets, and brought their desks with them.

    Some 375 empty desks blocked a downtown street, blocking traffic for several hours Tuesday outside the Los Angeles Unified School District offices.

    Organizers say the number represents the count of students who drop out of district schools each week.

    Protesters want a student voice on the school board, and more funding for English language learners, foster children and low income students.

    District officials declined comment on the protest.

    Source

    A-mazing.

    (Source: thepeoplesrecord, via amelaise)

     

  8. dreamybean:

    starfleetinginterest:

    what if the coins you find randomly at the bottom of drawers and in between couch cushions are actually from spiders trying to pay rent

    image

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  9. So today I bought three dresses for not very much money, saw my mum and my sister and didn’t want to cry in the changing rooms. This is progress.

     

  10. "Men celebrated our sexual liberation — our willingness to freely give and enjoy blow jobs and group sex, our willingness to experiment with anal penetration — but ultimately many males revolted when we stated that our bodies were territories that they could not occupy at will. Men who were ready for female sexual liberation if it meant free pussy, no strings attached, were rarely ready for feminist female sexual agency. This agency gave us the right to say yes to sex, but it also empowered us to say no."
    — bell hooks in Communion: The Female Search for Love  (via daniellemertina)

    (via amelaise)

     

  11. floozys:

    boys will be bo-“

    *flies in* 

    *punches you in the face*

    bOYS WILL BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR THEIR ACTIONS LIKE EVERYONE ELSE 

    (via paperboatsonlazyseas)

     
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  13. Posting on my phone so can’t put it under a read more, but usual content warnings for mental health & suicide.

    So I didn’t go to the conference this week. And instead I stayed at home and did work and didn’t try to top myself and didn’t hurt myself, and I’ve just realised it’s been one of those weeks where I haven’t had a face to face conversation in days.

    I’ve been taking my medication properly at night which means that I’m very sedated during the day. But my anxiety needs it.

    I am tired and exhausted but I am seeing the love of my life tomorrow for a few days and that has to be something, at least.

     

  14. mysalivaismygifttotheworld:

    afrafemme:

    A friend and I were out with our kids when another family’s two-year-old came up. She began hugging my friend’s 18-month-old, following her around and smiling at her. My friend’s little girl looked like she wasn’t so sure she liked this, and at that moment the other little girl’s mom came up and got down on her little girl’s level to talk to her.

    “Honey, can you listen to me for a moment? I’m glad you’ve found a new friend, but you need to make sure to look at her face to see if she likes it when you hug her. And if she doesn’t like it, you need to give her space. Okay?”

    Two years old, and already her mother was teaching her about consent.

    My daughter Sally likes to color on herself with markers. I tell her it’s her body, so it’s her choice. Sometimes she writes her name, sometimes she draws flowers or patterns. The other day I heard her talking to her brother, a marker in her hand.

    “Bobby, do you mind if I color on your leg?”

    Bobby smiled and moved himself closer to his sister. She began drawing a pattern on his leg with a marker while he watched, fascinated. Later, she began coloring on the sole of his foot. After each stoke, he pulled his foot back, laughing. I looked over to see what was causing the commotion, and Sally turned to me.

    “He doesn’t mind if I do this,” she explained, “he is only moving his foot because it tickles. He thinks its funny.” And she was right. Already Bobby had extended his foot to her again, smiling as he did so.

    What I find really fascinating about these two anecdotes is that they both deal with the consent of children not yet old enough to communicate verbally. In both stories, the older child must read the consent of the younger child through nonverbal cues. And even then, consent is not this ambiguous thing that is difficult to understand.

    Teaching consent is ongoing, but it starts when children are very young. It involves both teaching children to pay attention to and respect others’ consent (or lack thereof) and teaching children that they should expect their own bodies and their own space to be respected—even by their parents and other relatives.

    And if children of two or four can be expected to read the nonverbal cues and expressions of children not yet old enough to talk in order to assess whether there is consent, what excuse do full grown adults have?

    I try to do this every day I go to nursery and gosh it makes me so happy to see it done elsewhere.

    (via x-iwokeuplikethis-x)

     

  15. emobaria:

    gettin’ real sick of underwear and responsibilities

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