She loves like prairie grasses...

A heart and soul that have rooted themselves exponentially deeper than what she allows others to see. There are moments of growth, blossom and wilting, redefining or affirming her sense of self over and over again in time. On occasion, unknown to many, a quick and controlled burn is healthy for her; a cleansing of the growths and blemishes so that all the rest of her beauties and perseverance may thrive.

[Sentimentality. EQ. Ancient Latin. Process. Growth. Owls. White Tulips. Old Souls. Young Hearts. Redhead. Equi. Contact comfort.]

Various Bird Noises

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make me choose | jessiepinkman asked: dean’s looks or his personality

"Dad still loves you. I love you, too. I’ll never leave you."

I literally don’t have enough healthy coping mechanisms to deal with the internet why am I even on here.

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maleficentascending:

Hello friends!

I need help for a class! I know I’ve liked a post on here that was a study about alcohol effect in cases of rape, and stated that alcohol is not the main influencer of whether or not a person will rape another because the intent is already present. As I have around 28,000 likes, it will be impossible to find the study. 

Can anyone help me out / point me in the direction that I might be able to find it again?

Thank you!

Kendall 

Not sure which post you’re talking about, but there’s an article that states that alcohol may not influence who commits sexual assualt, but rather when sexually aggressive men commit acts of assault. 

Title: Alcohol’s role in sexual violence perpetration: Theoretical explanations, existing evidence and future directions. [References].
Author: Abbey Antonia (Sept. 2011).


I found it through OvidSP. Message me if you want my email and I can send you a PDF.

classic-art:

Lady Godiva
John Maler Collier, c. 1898

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classic-art:

Lady Godiva

John Maler Collier, c. 1898

slaughterhouse90210:

“There were always in me, two women at least, one woman desperate and bewildered, who felt she was drowning and another who would leap into a scene, as upon a stage, conceal her true emotions because they were weaknesses, helplessness, despair, and present to the world only a smile, an eagerness, curiosity, enthusiasm, interest.” ― Anaïs Nin

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slaughterhouse90210:

“There were always in me, two women at least, one woman desperate and bewildered, who felt she was drowning and another who would leap into a scene, as upon a stage, conceal her true emotions because they were weaknesses, helplessness, despair, and present to the world only a smile, an eagerness, curiosity, enthusiasm, interest.” 
― Anaïs Nin

All I’ve ever wanted for my birthday is for my boobs to finally fill out.

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“But you’re not fat, don’t say that,” he responded.

Tell that to the hips that got caught in a turnstile yesterday and everyday that she forgets to turn sideways. Tell that to the stores that stop at size 12 (or size 10 if she wanted to look her age). Tell that to the small woman rolling her eyes beside me on the subway as my booty spills over into her seat. Tell that to the holes my inner thighs have rubbed into every pair of jeans I own. Tell that to the rolls on my back & the crevices in my ass.

Tell that to the silence at the end of your sentence that should say “because fat people are ugly, because if I think you’re attractive you can’t be fat because I’m saving fat to degrade a woman two sizes smaller than you but with a flatter chest & a spare tire. Because you’re not fat is a compliment even when it’s not true because what I’m really saying is you don’t repulse me the way fat people are supposed to repulse me. Because I get final say on your body, not you & I’m giving you a pass for the same dimpled ass I laughed at on another woman yesterday because your waistline is smaller than hers and a normal woman would just be happy with that.”

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- On Being A Fat Girl (via marfmellow)

deathandmysticism:

Gustave Doré, Crossing the Styx, 1861

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deathandmysticism:

Gustave Doré, Crossing the Styx, 1861

"April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain."

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T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (via yeshecholwa)

(Source: petrichour)

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feministcounseling:

melissasoup:

writeswrongs:

tony-starked:

rabbleprochoice:

gynocraticgrrl:

Tough Guise: Violence, Media & The Crisis in Masculinity

with Ed. M, Ph.D Jackson Katz

Same for mass shootings which are almost entirely done by white males.

If it was done by, literally, ANYONE ELSE of any other race or gender, I can’t even IMAGINE the shit that would be said by people.

I read somewhere, someone had this theory that the reason shootings are mainly committed by white males is because when women or poc feel alienated, depressed, etc, we are trained to keep it to ourselves, whereas white men are raised with a sense of entitlement that allows them to make their own problems everyone’s problem.

I wonder if it is true for shooting or for road rage or both or neither.

the bolded!

This is a really good documentary.

WHITE MEN ARE RAISED WITH A SENSE OF ENTITLEMENT THAT ALLOWS THEM TO MAKE THEIR OWN PROBLEMS EVERYONE’S PROBLEM 

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6. ‘i didn’t call him back because he likes his girls voiceless.’

5. ‘she’s beautiful but i don’t like to be around her for too long, she smells like loss

4. ‘i couldn’t love you, you were a small war.’

3. ‘i carry my fears on my body because i don’t want to leave them laying around’

2. ‘it’s not that he wants to be a liar, it’s just that he doesn’t know the truth.’

1. ‘she is lonely so she does lonely things’.

"

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Warsan Shire (via saisonlune)

(Source: dreamhampton1)

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Audrey Tautou photographed by Ralph Wenig

(Source: justinripley)

"Anxiety is secretive. He does not trust anyone, not even his friends, Worry, Terror, Doubt and Panic… He likes to visit me late at night when I am alone and exhausted. I have never slept with him, but he kissed me on the forehead once, and I had a headache for two years…"

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J. Ruth Gendler (via creatingaquietmind)

(Source: im-only-suicidal)

"She did not want to move, or to speak. She wanted to rest, to lean, to dream. She felt very tired."

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Virginia Woolf, from The Years  (via mirroir)

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