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Patriarchy, like any colonizing system, does not create the context for women and men to love one another.
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 bell hooks in Communion: Female Search for Love (via daniellemertina)ds (via thotayatollah)

for anybody to love anybody

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bussykage:

2cuuuute:

eligors:

hijabiswag:

friendship game strong

Where are the people crying cultural appropriation though

because its not lol

They’re not making a mockery out of the hijab or wearing it for fun they’re standing up for their friend. I wear the hijab and if my friends did this for me I’d start crying so shut up?

bussykage:

2cuuuute:

eligors:

hijabiswag:

friendship game strong

Where are the people crying cultural appropriation though

because its not lol

They’re not making a mockery out of the hijab or wearing it for fun they’re standing up for their friend. I wear the hijab and if my friends did this for me I’d start crying so shut up?

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superbestiario:

Shia Labeouf for interview magazine november 2014

By ELVIS MITCHELL

Photography CRAIG MCDEAN

holy jesus when the fuck did this happen

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wetheurban:

SPOTLIGHT: Illustrations by Sarah “Catface”

Looks like something out of a much needed futuristic MTV cartoon, no? Denver, Colorado-based artist and Tumblr guru, Sarah ‘Catface’, brilliantly creates stunning illustrations of new-wave women in her own fresh style. 

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okisabel:

just parts of a whole

darksilenceinsuburbia:

Katrien De Blauwer

Couleur Pâle

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sleepythug:

into girls that look like they do their hw but like to make bad decisions during their free time

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lil-reina:

thunderpopcola:

This is how you lose her. 
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.
You must remember when she forgets. 
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention. 
She remembers when you forget. 
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her. 
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her. 


ily junot

lil-reina:

thunderpopcola:

This is how you lose her. 

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets. 

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget. 

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her. 

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her. 

ily junot