In a World of my Own...
  1. I hate my life.

  2. My track coach use to tell me,
    you have to do something eight times
    for it to become a habit.
    But I swear I only kissed you three times,
    yet it feels like a million.
    And when things got messy,
    and you weren’t here to kiss,
    I felt like my entire existence was wrong.
    I guess my coach was wrong
    because you were a habit,
    that I never intended to break.
    New Love: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)
  3. snapchatting:

    spice things up in bed with some communism

  4. Rape is one of the most terrible crimes on earth. And it happens every few minutes. The problem with groups who deal with rape is that they try to educate women about how to defend themselves. What really needs to be done is teaching men not to rape. Go to the source and start there.
    — Kurt Cobain talking in November 1991 about the background behind the song ‘Polly’  (via bongworship)
  5. Whenever I hear the "Women are paid $.78 for the man’s $1" I flip it around.

    Men make $1.22 for every woman’s $1.

    It interests me that even the most common simple measure of gender inequality is firmly based on male-as-normative …

    bisexual activist and queer theory blogger Patrick RichardsFink 

    this is an interesting point, although mathematically inaccurate: assuming the women:men, 0.78:1 ratio is correct, men make $1.28 for every woman’s $1

    A white man makes $1.34 for every dollar that a black man makes

    A white man makes $1.52 for every dollar that a latino man makes

    A white man makes $1.24 for every dollar that a white woman makes

    A white man makes $1.44 for every dollar that a black woman makes

    A white man makes $1.67 for every dollar that a latina woman makes

    That’s some bullshit right there.

    Let’s take it a step further. For every hour a white man works, a black woman has to work 86 minutes to earn as much money. 57.6 hours a week compared to the white man’s 40.

    Take it another step further. Assuming a Monday through Friday, 9 to 5 job, from Thursday 12:45pm through Friday end of business, a white man gets paid for his work, a black woman is, by comparison, working for free.

    (via quentintortellini)

    THE LAST LINE

    (via covenesque)

    This. I am tired of seing this numbers without thinking about woc. (via arobynsong)

    and now, imagine the number for a Black Latina. i struggle w/even attempting to make that math work out b/c i think i’m trying to protect myself from what kind of harm that may bring to me at this moment, as an unemployed LatiNegra in the US.

    (via latinosexuality)

  6. Hate this. Hate this. Hate this.

  7. humans-of-pdx:

"I don’t really like people, but it’s difficult to get comfortable with loneliness. I mean, I’ve tried to have friends, but it never works out. And I’m tired of going out alone. I’m ok staying in at my place. It smells good when I burn incense and I have a lot of records and I can just play video games.” The bus she was waiting for arrived. “Do you need to go?” "It’s ok. Another one will come in ten minutes… But then, you know, sometimes I just want a partner— a relationship. It would be nice to share this part of my life with someone. I’ve been single for years, and you know, there are people I could call if I wanted to. But people always end up saying things that rub me the wrong way, or if I open up to them, suddenly they want me to be their best friend, and I don’t want people to have expectations of me. I don’t want to waste anyone else’s time if I’m not interested in being close to them." Another bus came and went while she told me about the loneliness, wiping tears from her eyes. Then another. “I’m sorry, I’ve talked too long.” "It’s really ok. Sometimes we just need to connect." "Yeah, I forget that sometimes."

    humans-of-pdx:


    "I don’t really like people, but it’s difficult to get comfortable with loneliness. I mean, I’ve tried to have friends, but it never works out. And I’m tired of going out alone. I’m ok staying in at my place. It smells good when I burn incense and I have a lot of records and I can just play video games.” 

    The bus she was waiting for arrived. “Do you need to go?” 

    "It’s ok. Another one will come in ten minutes… But then, you know, sometimes I just want a partner— a relationship. It would be nice to share this part of my life with someone. I’ve been single for years, and you know, there are people I could call if I wanted to. But people always end up saying things that rub me the wrong way, or if I open up to them, suddenly they want me to be their best friend, and I don’t want people to have expectations of me. I don’t want to waste anyone else’s time if I’m not interested in being close to them." 

    Another bus came and went while she told me about the loneliness, wiping tears from her eyes. Then another. “I’m sorry, I’ve talked too long.” 

    "It’s really ok. Sometimes we just need to connect." 

    "Yeah, I forget that sometimes."

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