heteronormativity is so weird like yesterday I was at my aunts beach house and some of her in-laws brought over this small baby. and the baby puts it’s hand on it’s brow to keep the sun out of it’s eyes and his father says “look at that! Leon is looking for girls!” Leon is eight months old I don’t think he knows what a girl is yet

(via hella-beard)

(Source: cheesyandsteezy, via hella-beard)

(Source: sswalloww, via cumprincessss)

(Source: bloozchicken, via period-princess)



6 selfies 2k14

not a guy, they/them

All but 3 of America’s 185 wealthiest families are white. - "American wealth" remains a gentle way of saying "white wealth" (via micdotcom)

(via period-princess)

(via period-princess)

(via period-princess)

Women do not have to:



  • be thin
  • give birth
  • cook for you
  • have long hair
  • wear makeup
  • have sex with you
  • be feminine
  • be graceful
  • shave
  • diet
  • be fashionable
  • wear pink
  • love men
  • be the media’s idea of perfection
  • listen to your bullshit
  • have a vagina

This is very true, but it’s important to remember that if a woman is feminine, graceful, shaves, diets, wears make up, or does any of these things in the list, it doesn’t make her a slave to patriarchy or any less of a feminist than you.


(Source: defendfeminism, via period-princess)


tag me in posts!!!! (◕‿◕✿)

message me!!!! (◕‿◕✿)

interact with me!!!!! (◕‿◕✿)

friendship!!!!! (◕‿◕✿)

(Source: mondegreener, via period-princess)

(Source: glittertexual, via period-princess)

(Source: homsweethom, via babycuts)

(Source: botanised, via babycuts)

Punching yourself in the face as a means of self-defense. Your friends asking why your right cheek is swollen as you say, “I tripped.” Chewing on your tongue to keep yourself quiet. Making a hole in your throat every time you want to speak. Smoking six cigarettes before it’s even three p.m. Living off of frozen macaroni and cheese and coffee. Texting your friends back a few hours too late. Saying you’re sick. You’re tired. You’re busy. Closing the door to your bedroom. Closing the blinds. Forgetting you exist. Pulling the blankets over your head and not moving. Sleep as a means of escape. Sleep as a means of flirting with “goodbye.” Sleep as death, without the commitment. Same songs on repeat. Or even worse, silence. Your bedroom like a tomb. Your bedroom like foreshadowing. Bathroom tiles stained with blood. Bottle of pills in the medicine cabinet, but who the fuck goes because of ibuprofen? Belly empty. Eyes drooping. Head like a woodpecker tapping relentlessly. Begging, let me in. Saying, forgive me, I’ve changed. And you, the sucker, taking it back every time. The lies that get you out of bed. The lazy-eyed laments that are better tucked away. Heart like a sick dog with its head bowed panting, put me outside. I’ll be okay. I’ll be okay. I’ll be okay. - The Lies That Get You Out Of Bed | Lora Mathis (via dolly-kitten)

(Source: lora-mathis, via babycuts)


I still have paint in my hair


I still have paint in my hair