wait.

Never have I ever reblogged something so fast and wholeheartedly BE A BITCH IF IT MEANS BEING SAFE, THEY AIN’T WORTH IT

Sometimes you’re in a situation where being “nice” is the safest thing to do. I’ve been isolated and trapped in situations before where a man wouldn’t let me leave the area until I “gave them a nice smile”. (work is honestly the worst for this, being alone in the stockroom and having a male manager or coworker between you and the door is never not distressing) Leaving the area and getting back to the safety of other people becomes my main priority and if a “nice smile” was the price I had to pay for it, then that’s what I did. There are times as a woman when standing up and saying NO is vital to your personal wellbeing (usually when you’re already safe and someone is trying to convince you to go to an unsafe space) but there are just as many if not more times when small compromises are made for physical safety. It’s not something I’m happy about and I wish to hell that it wasn’t a reality, but it’s also a fact of life that comes with being a woman. One of the ways I’m working to change that so future generations don’t have to deal with it is education. Teaching boys and men that they don’t have any rights to a woman’s body or her kindness, and that her withholding those things doesn’t give them the right to act violently towards her is step ONE.

This!!! 

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my pug, Nicole Dollanganger

thunderpopcola:

This is how you lose her. 

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets. 

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget. 

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her. 

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.

Boobs don’t even matter ladies, it’s what’s under them, your lungs are important, cause we blazing mad weed over here and you need to keep up.

— Miranda July; No One Belongs Here More Than You

Hold me tight and call me yours

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