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southern-feminism:

kosmonaughtybarbie:

kateordie:

This comic is about how there are two sides to every story.

on point

A guy insulting his ex to “compliment” you is always a red flag.

southern-feminism:

kosmonaughtybarbie:

kateordie:

This comic is about how there are two sides to every story.

on point

A guy insulting his ex to “compliment” you is always a red flag.

thepluralisphoenixii:

huffingtonpost:

People have offered many potential explanations for this discrepancy, but this ad highlights the importance of the social cues that push girls away from math and science in their earliest childhood years.

Watch the powerful Verizon advertisement to really understand what a little girl hears when you tell her she’s pretty.

THIS. THANK YOU. 

Parents often don’t know any better, but it’s often little tiny things like this, repeated over and over, that eventually make children, especially females,  think “I can’t.” They’re told to keep clean. Parents assume that they cannot handle tasks normally delegated to boys. Sometimes their sense of imagination is forcefully cut off because parents don’t share their passions. 

It’s so commonplace, so insidious and so harmful and bothers me to no end. 

fredsavageiii:

this whole exchange was golden

I want to smoke.

I just broke down and sobbed because I miss Salem State. I miss my stupid little xl twin bed and my stupid Christmas lights and my roommate and the quad outside my window. I’m so sad. I just want to go back.

The one day I have a 5am shift and I want to go back to bed after, I have a doctors appointment.

I had the best day yesterday. I went to Lowell to see my boy and we walked around downtown, we went to Wings over Lowell, I met some of his friends and we played Magic. And then I missed the bus! I had a panic attack because we were walking to the bus station and we got caught in the thunderstorm and lightning hit a tree directly next to me. We both panicked a little but I cried. He immediately stopped everything to comfort me. He waited with me at the bus station until the (incredibly rude) bus driver told us there was no more buses. My mom came to pick me up. I had so much fun. Boy is very good. I like him. I want him to stay.

Woman? Is that meant to insult me?

The birch bus driver wouldn’t let me on the bus so I missed it and I had to take one a half hour later. I’m gonna have like 5 minutes to see my boyfriend before I have to leave again.

asleepylioness:

The true harvest of my life is intangible - a little star dust caught, a portion of the rainbow i have clutched. ~ Thoreau

asleepylioness:

The true harvest of my life is intangible - a little star dust caught, a portion of the rainbow i have clutched. ~ Thoreau