Went to the ocean yesterday in the rain. 

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  • Me alone: spends an hour ranting, vehemently and articulately defending myself and my perspective, demanding respect and calling all bullshit and not backing down
  • Me actually faced with bigotry: tries not to cry


sometimes you just need to lay on the floor and do nothing for three years

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Wings of Desire (Wim Wenders, 1987)

There’s no point to a guy yelling, “Hey sexy baby” at me out of the passenger window of a car as it speeds past. Even if I was into creepy misogynists and wanted to give him my number, I couldn’t. The car didn’t even slow down. But that’s okay, because he wasn’t actually hitting on me. The point wasn’t to proposition me or chat me up. The only point was to remind me, and all women, that our bodies are his to stare at, assess, comment on, even touch. “Hey sexy baby” is the first part of a sentence that finishes, “this is your daily message from the patriarchy, reminding you that your body is public property”.

Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind.

Anthony Bourdain, No Reservations (via endangerment)

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The Supermoon rises over houses in Olvera, in the southern Spanish province of Cadiz, July 12, 2014. Did you miss the Supermoon? See our gallery: http://reut.rs/U4OTGR

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If someone has an eating disorder don’t ever comment on:

the kind of foods they’re eating

how much they’re eating of it

how quickly they eat it.

just don’t.



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Guy holding Martini while walking his cat.

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