Kaley 20, in college, Queer. Always searching, always wondering. “Life is like photography. You need the negatives to develop.” - Unknown
Reblogged from getupinthemorningglories
SO YOU KNOW THAT POST ABOUT THE RED VARSITY JACKETS WITH LEATHER SLEEVES BEING THE LESBIAN UNIFORM???
WELL I WAS LOOKING AT THIS JACKET ONLINE:
AND THEN I FOUND THIS REVIEW:
AND I AM ABSOLUTELY LOSING IT
LOOK AT THE “BEST USES”it looks even better out of the closet
OH MY GOD IT’S THIS POST IF ANY OF YOU ARE WONDERING WHY I’M LAUGHING MY ASS OFF
Reblogged from getupinthemorningglories
As I was sitting in the back of the police car, I remembered the countless times my father came home frustrated or humiliated by the cops when he had done nothing wrong. I felt his shame, his anger, and my own feelings of frustration for existing in a world where I have allowed myself to believe that “authority figures” could control my BEING… my ability to BE!
Danièle’s husband, Brian Lucas, who is white, says he believes they were targeted because they are an interracial couple.
they literally saw a black woman kissing a white man and ASSUMED SHE WAS A PROSTITUTE. and then they said they were married AND THE COPS FUCKING ASKED FOR ID???? what the fuck? what the fuck? and she said no AND WAS ARRESTED? they need to be fired but God knows that’s not going to happen. LISTEN: she’s an actress. this happened to a producer. even fucking Oprah. no matter what you accomplish as a black person, you are still black and people don’t think their rights apply to you despite the constitution
it’s really scary
it’s really infuriating
it’s really exhausting
Reblogged from idontknowhow-to-url
I AM SORRY BUT THIS IS WHY I AM EMBARRASSED TO BE AN AMERICAN. IF A HIJAB THAT DORNS THE AMERICAN FLAG PATTERN IS NOT ACCEPTABLE BUT SKIMPY ASS BIKINIS OR WEARING THE FUCKING ACTUAL FLAG IS ACCEPTABLE, JUST BECAUSE THE PERSON IS WHITE, I WANT TO FUCKING THROW UP.
(I don’t have a thing against Audrey Kitching, she was just merely and example).
But this fucking disgusts me right here. It makes me want to say, fuck this country and its racism and double standards.
I LITERALLY FUCKING CAN NOT
Give her a bullet to the head for walking down the street, minding her own business?? And they think SHE’S the terrorist.
^bolding for emphasis.
Okay trigger warning all of these comments are incredibly violent, but my god. I’m ashamed.
Reblogged from starting-to-feel-just-right
Ke$ha is a perfect example of how the media loves to make intelligent girls seem dumb and bitchy even though they are actually smart and caring. Ke$ha isn’t far from being a feminist icon but the media continues to label her as a dumb drunk party girl.
and Ke$ha is all for loving yourself and equality but she continues to receive harassment from mainstream media. Enough harassment to the point that she developed an eating disorder because of it. She is an example of how horrible and sexist the music industry is.
Ke$ha stands in the category of “gifted genius”, she scored near perfect (1500) on her SAT’s and has an IQ of 140
Reblogged from cophines
It’s been such a moving #WSPW14 week, seeing this phrase spread across social media. No one else can play your part. It’s the truth. And I’d love, if y’all are feeling up to it, if everyone who sees this would list 1-3 reasons why in the comments below. Here’s mine… 1. No one else’s heart beats for the reason and the purpose that mine does. My soul is mine alone. 2. There are 7 billion people in the world, but I’m the only one with this special/awesome/unique mixture of my two parents’ DNA. 3. I’m making a difference. And no matter how big or small that difference may turn out to be, to those I’ve touched/helped/connected with/motivated/laughed with/adventured alongside/loved, I mean something. And that matters. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again … you matter because you exist. And don’t you forget it. If you’re struggling, reach out. There are plenty of people waiting to remind you. @TWLOHA #NoOneElse14 - Sophia Bush
Reblogged from thefaultinour-angels
don’t blame women for the fact that someone they trusted betrayed them in such an intimate way
solidarity with my ladies
for real i’m so sick of everyone blaming women when their asshole partners share their PRIVATE, CONSENSUAL pictures with the public
THIS IS FOR EVERY GENDER
Reblogged from agreatunkindness
I see your shifting gaze, that disgusted glance. I know you’re questioning my parenting from across the elementary school assembly.
Let me tell you a little story about the kindergarten student with bright purple hair, my little Raven Marie…
A month before school started she decided to play hair stylist with the craft scissors, and to save what was left I had to opt for a pixie cut. She was absolutely devastated. It was about three hours before she stopped her harsh sobbing and hiccups.
She has thought that the length of a girls hair was what made her “girly”. I know I’ve personally had many hairstyles around her before, including a purple mohawk, which many people criticized as not being “girly” enough. Media, other children, other parents, and society made it worse. She would randomly burst in tears while out in public for the first week of her new style, screaming that she looked like a boy. That everyone would think she’s a boy.
At one point she took off her bow in her hair, threw it at a cashier and screamed, “I DON’T NEED THIS BOW TO TELL YOU THAT I’M NOT A BOY, BECAUSE I’M NOT”
Proudly stomping away in her blue jean overalls, head held high.
Once we edged closer to the first day of school she kept asking questions like, “Do you think the other kids will like me? Do you think they’ll be my friend? Will they think I’m a boy? Will they pick on me because I have boy hair?”
So I went to the grocery store, bought some dye, and spent the whole night transforming my bright blonde little girl into a plum punk rock fairy. I then assured her that if any of the kids didn’t like her, they were just jealous.
As for you, mothers and teachers with the wandering eyes filled with disgust and judgement, I’m in the business of raising a free spirit.
Here’s to you, Raven Marie. I love you.