Just Once Upon a Time

hometownbuffet:

whats the rent like on caves and really deep holes? what are my options for living in a cave or a really deep hole

23 hours ago with 3,406 notes — via dredsina, © hometownbuffet


folkmessiah:

getting spoken to as if i’m straight by straight people who assume everyone is straight, subsequently feeling like the world’s most useless and irritated secret agent

1 day ago with 18,826 notes — via randomlyagoldfish, © folkmessiah


2 weeks ago with 5,105 notes — via ethenorah, © lolitaproblems


3 weeks ago with 470,281 notes — via anniebrackett


venomous-feminists:

emergencies and support

self-care

housing, etc

clothing and appearance

gender

communication and relationships

sexuality

film, literature, zines, art, and music

we’ll update this list as needed. let us know if you have questions or comments!



boobjesus:

i wanna intimidate you

1 month ago with 352,158 notes — via dutchster, © kimyas


I am crying about Darkmatter



"

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

"
Still I Rise
Maya Angelou, 1928-2014 (via doubledaybooks)
1 month ago with 2,597 notes — via eyepatchesandpipes, © doubledaybooks


chris-lll:

I want to hear reasons for those acting choices.

1 month ago with 3,024 notes — via evilyregally, © chris-lll


urbantampon:

i am bed bath and beyond done with you right now

1 month ago with 198,295 notes — via science-girlfriends, © this-sexy-thing