(Source: fuckyeahfeminists)
“Você não tem uma dívida de beleza com ninguém. Nem com seu namorado/marido/parceiro nem com seus colegas de trabalho, e sobretudo não com homens aleatórios na rua. Você não deve beleza à sua mãe, nem aos seus filhos e nem à civilização em geral. A beleza não é um aluguel que você paga por ocupar um espaço marcado como ‘feminino’.”
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You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked “female”.
Pronto. Fé na humanidade devidamente restaurada.
you thought I didn’t really notice. But I did. I wanted to high-five you. Yesterday I had a pair of brothers in my store. One was maybe between 15-17. He was a wrestler at the local high school. Kind of tall, stocky and handsome. He had a younger brother, who was maybe about 10-12 years old. The…
(Source: sweetupndown9)
feliz natal a todos e ao camarada jesus de nazareth, feliz aniversário (love hurts)
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(Source: jesusislove)
Neal Cassady and Allen Ginsberg, 1965
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