When you’re young, people tell you to “stay in school.”

No one ever specified an endpoint. 

I’m thinking that I may quite possibly become Dr.[NineteenPercent] at some point after I finish my Master’s. 

Quite possibly the most accurate description of a Venti Soy Toffee Nut Frappuccino I have ever seen. 

I like this guy. 

Is this not backwards? 

He’s like a work of art. 

Art that you can lick. 

THIS.

I imagine my future home will look like this. My current home is pretty close as it is. 

I dream that I will have a room that is entirely green; the walls will be the most glittery, sparkly, shimmering flat surfaces you’ve ever seen. It’s gonna happen. 

feministepiphanies:

Please stop telling me I’m pretty Please stop telling me I’m fat
Please stop telling me I’m crazy Just cause I love every cat
Please stop calling me a spinster Just cause I wont lie with you
I know you’d be calling me a whore If I went home with you

Don’t tell me I need protecting Don’t say I need to be saved
Don’t tell me I’m PMSing If your mindless ignorance sends me into a rage.

If I’m a liberated equal Just as accomplished as a man
Just as worthwhile and smart and kind and good and rational Why won’t you represent me as I am?

Please stop telling me I’m lonely Cause I’ve never found a man
Who doesn’t kneel before me Or try to keep me down
Don’t try to put my value In the value of my face
Standing with your dollybirds Will never be my place

Don’t assume I have a special Bond with every other woman, 
That I don’t get what you’re saying Or understand just what you’re doing
Don’t tell me it’s fine Cause I can fall back on my looks
I’d rather leave my husband Than ever leave my books

If I’m a liberated equal Just as accomplished as a man
Just as worthwhile and smart and kind and good and rational Why won’t you represent me as I am?

The awful thing about the media the thing that makes me really pissed
Is there are millions of real women out there But they’re writing about dolls when they should focus more on us.

If I’m a liberated equal Just as accomplished as a man
Just as worthwhile and smart and kind and good and rational Why won’t you represent me as I am?

Feminist Music? Yes, please. I like this lady and her song. 

http://www.youtube.com/tenminutetati

likeyour-ass:

Glitter Dress.

I’m reblogging because I don’t understand why the whole world isn’t made of glitter; I love this dress. 

I’m also reblogging because, obviously, this is what I always wear when I go to Dave & Buster’s.

O_O 

the-absolute-funniest-posts:

Seriously. I kind of suck at consoling people in times of moderate discomfort. Especially when lots of other people are already on top of it. What are you supposed to say? Don’t cry? It’ll be okay? I’m so sorry? I mean, I guess that’s what people say, but what does it really mean? Also, I don’t like the pressure/obligation to SAY something. I mean, you’re crying. Unless I hate you, isn’t my empathy implicit? 

Silent hugs all the way. 

poppins-me:

On Pinterest

I love this. And her.