the mind is a cluttered place. open the door and take a peek in.
Not one single hurtful thing ever got changed by someone grinning and bearing it.
Hurtful things changed because people have said ‘That hurts me. Stop.’
And every time you try to silence someone and tell them that they shouldn’t be hurt, shouldn’t be offended, shouldn’t choose this battle, that this isn’t important and that other things are more important - you are serving the hurtful rather than the hurt.
Highlight of dinner with friends: having to explain “pegging” to one of my friends.
Eating twizzlers on the metro like the REBEL THAT I AM.
Yeah. James Dean ain’t got nothing on me.
don’t you wish you could just hold your twelve year old self in your arms and say “you’re beautiful and perfect and your body is perfect and your obsession with boobs is not going to go away so you might as well embrace it kid, you’re gay as shit”
based off this text post because its adorable
saying feminism is unnecessary because you don’t feel oppressed is like saying fire extinguishers are unnecessary because your house isn’t on fire
get to know me | favorite movies [2/5] → the prince of egypt (1998)
straight friend: aw I don’t understand why you’re still single
me: because approximately 8% of the us population identifies under the lgbtq community where 1.1% identifies as lesbian female, 3.5% as bisexual female, 1.7% as gay male, 1.1% as bisexual male, .3% as trans, and .3% as something else, then there’s finding someone who I’m compatible with emotionally, physically, and romantically from less than 8% of the population, and may or may not live near me
It isn’t a criminal minds episode until someone kicks in a door.