I don’t mind getting naked or seeing you naked.
I don’t mind talking about sex or having sex
or never having sex. I don’t mind my body
or your body with mine. I don’t mind
your sweaty palms, your chapped lips,
your dirty tongue. I don’t mind
your noisy music, your crappy poetry,
your soiled shoes and ugly handwriting.
I don’t mind 2ams and late night
phone calls, stolen kisses and white lies.
I don’t mind your half-eaten donut,
frozen teabags and sticky hair.
I want your toothbrush’s head
leaning towards mine. I want
your 4am back massage.
Cup my breasts and don’t say
they’re small. I already know that.
Kiss me once and kiss me more.
Pretend what we’re doing is illegal.
It’s always good to be caught
with our mouths tied together
like handcuffs. Dry your cheeks
and make me bleed.
Crave me.
Crave me.
Crave me.

irishjulienne’s, in the name of intimacy (via talkingoutsoft)

This is perfect. Awh.

(via amburrmeow)

People always ask me, “why focus on the struggles of women when there are so many other problems out there? You could be soing something worthwhile”

Just because you don’t see gender inequality as a problem worth YOUR time doesn’t mean it isn’t and it certainly doesn’t mean equality isn’t worth fighting for.

facebooksexism

pitchpatch:

Erna and Hrefna are eleven years old Icelandic identical twins. I started to photograph them when they were nine years old in 2009, and this will be an ongoing project until they are sixteen years old. I will visit them every year. 
My intention for this project is to capture the very precious period of their growth from child to teenager, physically as well psychologically. The relationship between identical twins is interesting subject matter. 
I often hear that identical twins have telepathic connections between them. This is true with Erna and Hrefna. They are always together. They almost never fight each other. Spending time with them I feel such comfort in their companionship but at the same time I feel strange because I have never seen such a powerful connection between any two human beings. They say to me, “We dream same dreams sometimes.”
— Ariko Inaoka (Erna and Hrefna Project ‘09-‘10)

pitchpatch:

Erna and Hrefna are eleven years old Icelandic identical twins. I started to photograph them when they were nine years old in 2009, and this will be an ongoing project until they are sixteen years old. I will visit them every year.

My intention for this project is to capture the very precious period of their growth from child to teenager, physically as well psychologically. The relationship between identical twins is interesting subject matter.

I often hear that identical twins have telepathic connections between them. This is true with Erna and Hrefna. They are always together. They almost never fight each other. Spending time with them I feel such comfort in their companionship but at the same time I feel strange because I have never seen such a powerful connection between any two human beings. They say to me, “We dream same dreams sometimes.”

— Ariko Inaoka (Erna and Hrefna Project ‘09-‘10)

youkaiyume:

Mikasa Ackerman: One Woman Army
Mikasa can take on all those titans without all y’all.Obviously another parody of this wartime propaganda poster.I’ve always wanted to do one.A tribute to Episode 7 of the “attack on titan” anime when everyone was losing their shit and Mikasa’s just like STOP IT. You don’t even need to do anything, I’ll take care of it you babies.Will probably be available as a poster for Fanime 2014 and Anime Expo!

youkaiyume:

Mikasa Ackerman: One Woman Army

Mikasa can take on all those titans without all y’all.

Obviously another parody of this wartime propaganda poster.

I’ve always wanted to do one.

A tribute to Episode 7 of the “attack on titan” anime when everyone was losing their shit and Mikasa’s just like STOP IT. You don’t even need to do anything, I’ll take care of it you babies.

Will probably be available as a poster for Fanime 2014 and Anime Expo!

fatandnerdy:

living for this polish 💖💕

fatandnerdy:

living for this polish 💖💕

carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

the-frostiest-of-butts:

tinkerlu:

i’m glad plants can’t talk because when you’d water them they’d make gross drinking noises and be like “mmmm MMMMMmmmm MMMMMM” and it’d be SO UNCOMFORTABLE

and then when you stepped on grass it’d be like “oi what the fuck m8”

is ur grass australian