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[on celebrity nude hacking scandal] It’s disgusting. “I have a right to your naked body or images that you’ve sent to your husband, or lover.” It’s disgusting. It’s this violent, abusive violation of womanhood—of divine womanhood. It’s violent, and it’s misogynistic, and it’s revolting, and it’s another example of what this distance has enabled us to do—it’s enabled us to be disassociated from each other. There’s enough awful shit coming from it that hopefully we’ll get to the point of, “OK, wait a second.” What’s scary is that we haven’t reached that point yet, and there hasn’t been a referendum put on it. The Internet is the new Wild West. There’s a guy now taking these pictures and putting them up in an art gallery. What fucking right does he have to do that? It’s absolutely revolting.

(Source: andrewgarfielddaily)

thegadaboutgirl:

whowasntthere:

championofazura:

Girls, romanticize yourselves. You are a queen. You are a warrior. You are an enchantress. You are a mermaid. You are a goddess. You are all of these things and more, you are the stuff of fairytales. 

Women, traumatize others. You are a dragon. You are a wolf. You are a bump in the night. You are the last thing they see in the darkness. You are all of these things and more, you are the heart of their fucking nightmares.

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I’m fine with being alone until I get into bed. I want to reach across the sheets and feel the girl I love next to me, to wake up with her in my arms or her arm draped over me. I want the late night talks about our childhoods where we have to cover our mouths so the rest of the world can’t hear us laughing and falling deeper in love. I want the bickering over who has more room and her telling me she wants to be big spoon for a change, and I’ll cave sometimes because she’ll know I can’t say no to her. I want to feel safe. I want to feel like I’m not alone anymore because nothing else matters besides the heartbeat of the girl I love laying next to me and the taste of her lips. I want to give her everything I possibly can to make her happy and to be there for when I fail and she needs someone to share the pain with. I want rough sex after a day of stares and wandering hands, I want sweet passionate sex when neither of us can sleep. I want to crawl into bed and find her reading her favorite book or watching her favorite movie and simply lay next to her or rest my head on her lap. I want all of it.
2:24 am when I should be sleeping but instead I’m thinking about shit I can’t have (via giveit-time)
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