takohai:

glitteringknight:

"Your highness" is gender neutral.

So you know, if you’re ever confused about my pronouns.

That’ll work.

alternatively, “your majesty,” “my liege,” and “supreme overlord”

year-0f-the-kyle:


It never has.

This is a concept most of tumblr can’t wrap their head around.
year-0f-the-kyle:


It never has.

This is a concept most of tumblr can’t wrap their head around.
year-0f-the-kyle:


It never has.

This is a concept most of tumblr can’t wrap their head around.
year-0f-the-kyle:


It never has.

This is a concept most of tumblr can’t wrap their head around.
year-0f-the-kyle:


It never has.

This is a concept most of tumblr can’t wrap their head around.
year-0f-the-kyle:


It never has.

This is a concept most of tumblr can’t wrap their head around.

year-0f-the-kyle:

It never has.

This is a concept most of tumblr can’t wrap their head around.

imaginethebutts:

i am neither boy or girl i am punk rock

mishisaurus:

WHY IS EQUALITY SO FUCKING HARD TO GRASP

LIKE  I AM A PERSON

YOU ARE A PERSON

WE ARE EQUAL

THAT IS NOT FUCKING DIFFICULT TO UNDERSTAND 

"

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn’t be inside of someone else. -Richard Siken

If you grow up the type of woman men want to look at,
you can let them look at you. But do not mistake eyes for hands.

Or windows.
Or mirrors.

Let them see what a woman looks like.
They may not have ever seen one before.

If you grow up the type of woman men want to touch,
you can let them touch you.

Sometimes it is not you they are reaching for.
Sometimes it is a bottle. A door. A sandwich. A Pulitzer. Another woman.

But their hands found you first. Do not mistake yourself for a guardian.
Or a muse. Or a promise. Or a victim. Or a snack.

You are a woman. Skin and bones. Veins and nerves. Hair and sweat.
You are not made of metaphors. Not apologies. Not excuses.

If you grow up the type of woman men want to hold,
you can let them hold you.

All day they practice keeping their bodies upright—
even after all this evolving, it still feels unnatural, still strains the muscles,

holds firm the arms and spine. Only some men will want to learn
what it feels like to curl themselves into a question mark around you,

admit they do not have the answers
they thought they would have by now;

some men will want to hold you like The Answer.
You are not The Answer.

You are not the problem. You are not the poem
or the punchline or the riddle or the joke.

Woman. If you grow up the type men want to love,
You can let them love you.

Being loved is not the same thing as loving.
When you fall in love, it is discovering the ocean

after years of puddle jumping. It is realizing you have hands.
It is reaching for the tightrope when the crowds have all gone home.

Do not spend time wondering if you are the type of woman
men will hurt. If he leaves you with a car alarm heart, you learn to sing along.

It is hard to stop loving the ocean. Even after it has left you gasping, salty.
Forgive yourself for the decisions you have made, the ones you still call

mistakes when you tuck them in at night. And know this:
Know you are the type of woman who is searching for a place to call yours.

Let the statues crumble.
You have always been the place.

You are a woman who can build it yourself.
You were born to build.

"
Sarah Kay, The Type (via splitterherzen)
Via
Canon CanoScan LiDE 210

annadraconida:

That is the best book cover design I’ve ever seen.

fevra:

have u ever had a depersonalization moment when you look at yourself in the mirror and think wow this person is me and i have this body and this life and everything feels so strange why am i me and not someone else