I don’t tell you, because I can’t be mean. Oh, but how I want to. I want to tell you that this is too much. That I am not who you think I am. That this space in my heart is taken. THAT YOU CAN’T HAVE IT. THAT I AM NOT YOURS. THAT I DO NOT OWE YOU ANYTHING. MY SMILE IS NOT CURRENCY AND I AM NOT IN DEBT TO YOU.
I am not the free wind that you think I am. I am chained. I am heavy. AND I AM CAPABLE OF HOLDING MYSELF. (As I have my whole life, without you.)
I am not a flower; I am a vine. I am climbing the garden wall with grasping tendrils and I am choking the stones around me and climbing to the sun and into the sky and beyond and into space and I am doing ALL OF THIS BECAUSE YOU ARE ON THE GROUND. (This is not ascension, it is escape.)
MY RECOGNITION IS NOT A JEWEL. MY COURTESY IS NOT A CROWN. Civility is a chunk of concrete around my own ankle and every step you take towards me is another agonized limp backwards, dragging respect and decorum across the ground beneath me, and feeling them bite into my dry and flaking skin.
i am a nice girl. i don’t hurt your feelings. i keep quiet.
Every month women all across the world experience and endure what we call, “menstruation.” I say “endure” because it is commonly known that having your period is painful. The shedding of the lining of your uterus that lets you know you’re not pregnant is painful. It’s not like we get a choice to have our period or not. There are some birth control for women that disrupts and can temporarily stop your periods but they are expensive and not always available for a lot of women. There are surgeries women can have that can stop them from getting their periods (though these procedures aren’t usually done with that cause in mind). Let’s just put there is no easy way for a woman to just stop getting her period, therefor it’s inevitable she endures the pain of having them. This isn’t just physical pain, but it results in emotional and psychological negativities. Women go through the (on average) 7 day long pain journey all the while living and going on about their days as usual, dealing with the stresses of life, etc… We survive each time. We don’t get to complain each time. There are times where we don’t even feel it necessary to complain because we are just so used to it (so accepting of the fact that women just happen to have to suffer in order to live).
I still don’t understand how having balls means your strong, tough, “top shit”, etc.. Kick someone in the testicles and all of the sudden their world comes falling down. It’s the end of the world as we know it. Women are obviously the toughest. Why do people say, “grow some balls”? Start saying, “grow some ovaries.“
Ohhhhhhh that sign is so cool!!!! What sort of cons are you planning on attending? I'm hoping to make a few myself :D
Thank you~ <3
Currently I can only go to local cons in my country as I simply do not have the funds to travel D: .. one day *clenches fist*
But if there are people from Austria interested in saying ‘Hi’ I’ll be at Hanamicon (this weekend), and Akicon for sure and most likely AniNite too (though artist alley applications are not through yet for that one). Don’t know about the Vienna Comic Con yet.
When Bessie Coleman took flight in 1921 she didn’t just break the glass ceiling — she soared tens of thousands of feet above it.
At the time, Coleman was the first black woman in the United States to earn a pilot’s license.
And as she ascended into the sky that day, all of the people who doubted her, who discriminated against her for her race and gender, would become smaller and smaller until they disappeared out of sight.
“The air is the only place free from prejudices,” Coleman once said.
On Thursday, Google commemorated Coleman’s 125th birthday with a doodle showing her plane doing loops and turns to spell the search engine’s name. Read more
50/10 the one eye closed, the one eye open, the blush, the smile, have you ever seen anything so beautiful, A+
the soft cool colors, her side profile, I love it, everything about this makes my heart flutter
there will never be a moment where this fuckin badass frame - and entire scene in general - doesn’t give me chills
the hair. the face. need I say more.
the messy hair makes her look emo 99% of the time. but then there’s that 1% like we see here where she smiles and she transforms from angsty teenager to quirky cute girl who only occasionally says something slightly morbid
adorable pumpkin mom with the strand of hair sticking up. I appreciate it grandly.