Queer Feminist Atheist PRIDE No Hate Hunamitarian Goat Proud Parent Bookworm Tea Field of Daisies

I wish it was raining.
Pouring down, pummeling the flowers.
Grayness… Heavy.. Painful..
Bruising the earth.

Instead it’s sunny… my heart isn’t prepared for this.

ericscissorhands:

"Some women are lost in the fire. Some women are built from it."

I hope you fall in love
With someone who always texts back and never lets
You fall asleep thinking you’re
Unwanted.
I hope you fall in love with someone
Who holds your hand during the scary parts of
Horror movies and burns
Cookies with you when you’re
Too busy dancing around the
Kitchen.
I hope you fall in love with
Someone who sees galaxies in your eyes
And hears music in your
Heartbeats.
I hope you fall in love with someone who
Tickles you and makes you smile
On hard days and on easy
Ones.
But beyond all that I hope
You fall in love with someone
Who will never leave you behind
And who will never take you
For granted, someone who
Will stand by you when you’re
Right and stand by you
When you’re wrong,
Someone who has seen you at your worst
And has loved you
Still.
I hope you fall in love
With someone who
Kisses you in the rain
And hugs you in the cold and
Wouldn’t have you any other
Way.
Wouldn’t It Be Wonderful, l.h.k. (via luneteen)

piddlefiggy:

lesbipoet13:

adeathwaltz:

Does anybody else get really excited when they see another gay person in a normal place? Like I was in the grocery store today and saw this cute lesbian and I’m just like running back and forth with my cart in front of the produce like HEY LOOK AT ME I’M GAY TOO LOOK AT US BEING QUEER IN THE SUPERMARKET LETS BE FRIENDS. 

Gay people literally act like dogs when they see other dogs.

reblogging again

carvanc:

Type 4 With A 5 Wing; The Visionary

Notably more numerous than the other subtype, the Four with a 5 wing tends to be mysterious, moody and individualistic, less practical or concerned with consensus than those with a 3 wing. This type embodies the maverick, paradigm shattering spirit of The…

fuck-yeah-feminist:

Real talk.

fuck-yeah-feminist:

Real talk.

Feminists vs MRAs

fuck-yeah-feminist:

What feminists say: I’m a feminist.
What MRAs hear: I hate men.

What feminists say: Patriarchy benefits men at the expense of women.
What MRAs hear: Blame men.

What feminists say: Most rapists are men.
What MRAs hear: All men are rapists.

What feminists say: 1 in 6 women will be raped in their lifetime.
What MRAs hear: Who cares about male rape victims.

What feminists say: We want our rights.
What MRAs hear: We don’t want men to have rights.

(via stfueverything)

When you say you’re a feminist, I hope you really know what that means. It means standing up for women of color.

It means standing by black women who must deal with being referred to as ‘welfare queens’ or ‘ratchet.’

Being a feminist is standing beside immigrant women who deal with wage theft, unsafe working conditions, and being referred to as leaving ‘anchor babies’ in America.

It means standing beside Native American women who face domestic violence and rape at unprecedented rates.

It means standing beside Muslim women who choose to live out their faith and face Islamaphobia, sexism, and ignorance constantly.

It means standing beside Asian women who have been misrepresented in the media to be thought of as only submissive and quiet.

Please recognize that feminism impacts the lives of every single one of these groups… But we are all women.

(via lifeisallaboutbeauty)

SOLIDARITY.

(via fuck-yeah-feminist)
fuck-yeah-feminist:

It’s a rough world out there.

fuck-yeah-feminist:

It’s a rough world out there.

fuck-yeah-feminist:

Food for thought.

fuck-yeah-feminist:

Food for thought.

fuck-yeah-feminist:

Real talk.

fuck-yeah-feminist:

Real talk.

fuck-yeah-feminist:

A brief instruction guide for all present and future politicians, to be used in any case involving the legislation of women’s bodies.

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
E.E.  Cummings  (via nectaurine)