As women, we are taught to be tiny. To have small bodies, to never be imposing. The ideal of our gender are thin and childlike, hairless and dainty. We are defined by our bodies; defined by our control over them. We are taught to obsess over our physicality and to be repulsed by our desires and intelligences.
We are taught to walk scared late at night. We cradle our keys between our perfectly manicured fingers, walking gracefully like a baby antelope in a herd of lions. That our virginity defines our character. That I am a frigid bitch if I do not fuck him, and a dirty slut if I do.

Michelle K., The Truth About Growing Up A Woman (via jamstains)

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nevver:

Design Crush
darealswagirl:

crush 
lmmortvl:

vert n quality

lmmortvl:

vert n quality

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p-ain-without-love:

Hit me where it hurts

p-ain-without-love:

Hit me where it hurts

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mrs-padaleckicollinsackles:

To everyone who’s ever met me

mrs-padaleckicollinsackles:

To everyone who’s ever met me

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endlesslovemovie:

When I look into your eyes, it’s like falling in love again. ENDLESS LOVE, in theaters Valentine’s Day.

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