Probably the worst types of people are the ones that shut you down to make themselves look cooler than you, for example if you get excited and squeal and they’re like “woah what was that..” or if you talk loudly because you’re passionate about something and they say “relax dude wow” and then give a look… Like fuck off stop trying to act so cool and collected. You don’t seem more mature you just seem fucking boring and monotonously placid.
or when they’re like “are you STILL going on about that” when I wasn’t even talking to them.
cat people: dogs are cool too
dog people: cats don’t feel love did you know a cat once MURDERED my MOTHER
dog people are mad convinced that cats are evil and soulless (maybe they are but I love them anyway) (also dogs are obnoxious)
"Watching people I know get married is like watching them get launched into space. They are moving to Mars and I’m still down here, watching the space shuttle crackle and burn, eventually disappearing into an outer galaxy unbeknownst to me."
Watching People You Know Get Married When You’re 25 and Single | Thought Catalog
"For a small segment of women—and the number is small, by any reasonably scientific account—abortion is indeed a tragedy, a trauma with long-lasting reverberations. But I want to tell a different story, the more common yet strangely hidden one, which is that I don’t feel guilty and tortured about my abortion. Or rather, my abortions. There, I said it."
Complicated Choices Around Abortion - Abortion in the U.S. - Elle
You have to read this essay. I CRIED AT THE END. I’m still crying.
"Abortion isn’t just necessary because people will get them anyway, or because our privacy is important – but because women’s desire to seek the life they want in the way that men can is our right and its purpose, not a side effect."
— Abortion isn’t about the right to privacy. It’s about women’s right to equality | Jessica Valenti | Comment is free | theguardian.com
I hold my own hands.
I brew my own coffee in the morning.
There’s nothing better than being in love with yourself,
no one else will know your knobs and windows
and junk drawers.
Tell people to view you as nothing but a miracle.
After centuries upon centuries of evolution and mistake
and more evolution, you are here.
Don’t take it for granted like I did, building up
years of self-hatred because the curve of my collarbone
is not the shape of a bow.
Let it be known you are a miracle, an off-chance
of evolution, compiled of stardust and greatness.
I touch my own cheeks when I need to remember
what beautiful things feel like.
I open my own doors, I write myself love poems.
People say there is a perfect half waiting for you,
but it’s already there.
It’s my left side, my locked wardrobe, the cold
side of the pillow.
It’s the dormant part of you that holds the other one
high enough to see over the horizon.
— "self love" - e.p.h. (via teentitan-)
"As masters of the Internet and virtually instant technology, teens may be the most informed subculture on the planet, and they’re more in-control over their own identities than ever."
— The teens on Tumblr are all right
"The women are all right. It’s the world that’s imperfect. It’s interesting that in all the infinite possibilities that make up “imperfect,” women are apparently singlehandedly responsible for ensuring perfection in the domestic sphere, and bitterly criticized when things go awry: Alone? You should have settled. Your marriage broke up? You settled, you should have known better. Have a baby on your own? Selfish, plus greedy, because you didn’t want to marry someone you’d have to support. Baby too young? Slutty, irresponsible. Baby too old? I feel sorry for your kid, you’ll be dead by the time he’s 25."
Six Years Ago I Settled for Mr. “Good Enough.” This Is What Happened. - Cafe
THIS IS SO GOOD