*insert Whitney Houston side-eye gif here*
yeeeeah because the threat of dying is NOTHING compared to meeting a nice fat woman get the fuck out of my face
honestly this makes me sick.
Comic about slurs, published in the Galago magazine last summer.
And this is really how it is. Instead of placing the onus on us and asking why we don’t say anything, ask yourselves instead why you don’t think it’s a problem that it goes unchecked.
“I know girls who spill I’m sorry’s from their mouths like they pump blood
"I’m Sorry" by Claire Luisa (via tanghuijuan)
to their veins.
Sometimes, I am one.
I know girls who apologize for asking
to go to the bathroom in class,
who apologize for everything
because they feel like they are taking
up more than their fair share of space
on this planet.
Everything starts with an I’m sorry
and ends with one too,
constant bookends that we don’t
even notice anymore.
We delete her apology the way we
delete likes and ums from speech.
I know girls with ten times more apologies
and I wonder how often they hear
You’re more than okay.”
Why is this so funny
what the fuck
*walks swiftly down the runway clutching my keys between my fingers while trying to glance behind me without letting on that I’m looking and wishing I’d worn shoes I could run in*
Was playing around with my camera and some broken glass, and I captured this. (OC)
This sculpture by Issac Cordal in Berlin is called “Politicians discussing global warming.”
reblogging for the millionth time