It’s 11.35am. I was supposed to have washed my hair, painted my nails, and finished my revision mind-maps for One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by now. I’ve been lying in bed for two hours, alternating between croaking at my laptop every time the volume takes me by surprise, and sneezing out half my body weight.
I don’t have a home
and I live there
all the time.
Boys are rarely told that their virginity is a gift, or indeed that their sexuality is about “giving” something to another person – lightly or not. Boys “get laid”, “get lucky”, “get some”. They “take a girl’s virginity”, “take advantage”; if they’re thoughtful, they “take their time”. Boys are not taught to think of themselves or their virginity as something to be offered up, unwrapped and enjoyed. —
Emily Maguire in ‘Like a Virgin’ for The Monthly
this is so annoyingly true. i hate that shit
(Source: lyrianfleming, via fortunatelight)
Scenes from Chile: Santiago and Valparaiso’s Street Art
did our mothers invent loneliness or did it make them our mothers? were we fathered by silence or just looking to explain away this gaping quiet? is it wasteful or wistful to pray for our brothers in a language they never learned? whose daughters are we if we grow old before our mothers, or for their sake? they called our grandfathers the january children, lined up by the colonizer and assigned birth years by height. there is no answer because we come from men who do not know when they were born, because they married women shown to them in photographs, because their children left the country and tried for romance and had daughters full of all the wrong language. — Safia Elhillo, poet (via llapen)
I had what I’m sure was the equivalent of one half of a teaspoon of alcohol during that Scandal drinking game twenty minutes ago, and I’ve already remembered why I don’t like drinking.
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So what I’m getting from this is that I’m Taylor Swift and you’re Marlon Brando.
Exactly. It was only a matter of time before the world knew.
comment about how romantic comedies (media in general) normalise male agression as grand romantic gestures and how it ties in to society’s perception of the ‘right’ type of masculinity
if you kiss me when i’m talking to shut me up i will probably bite your tongue off or knee you in the balls