Shmanderland

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giraffe at the Oakland Zoo… her jaw wasnt broken or anything.. she just wanted to hang.

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maybe we’re all already superheros but our powers are really shitty like the power to tie your shoes really fast or to never burn an omelette

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The moon is shining right into my room.. I’m in love.

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iwantursex:

Sometimes you just have to give it a good squeeze when theres no one else around to do it for you

^^

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idolatrysasin:

swagalaggin:

off to work

Fucking done.

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This Is What Makes Us Girls

iamateenagefeminist:

when men open doors for me
yearning for my smile

and my lover cups my hips, pulling me to her
whispering “mine”

and

when my mother looked at my skirt and said “you’re not going out in that”
and my father said I was dead to him,
an embarrassment to the family

and they gave him a job instead of me,
and again, and again,

and when they spoke over me, boys and beards alike,
wrote their words and theories on my skin
called me hysterical, unreliable, psychotic,

and

the psychologist asked me what underwear I was wearing,
and the doctor told me to get undressed
while another refused to treat my impure body at all

and strange men pulled at my crotch and my breasts, groping, reaching, tearing,
or the taxi driver said I could pay with sex
and I ran like hell
stumbling in the darkness
wishing I’d worn flats

and their fists hit my chest, and my body crumpled
they call me slut, whore, cunt
and everyone blamed me, anyway.

And you, my sisters, you closed the doors to shelters
and my bruises healed alone

organised conferences and
wrote books
while my words went unheard

and you told me die tranny bitch
called yourself radical

and never once realised how much

you are like the men

you hate.

This was written by Emily Manuel.