I’ve learned more about health, fitness and how to love myself more on tumblr than I have in 15 years of school and I think that’s a little bit fucked up.
(via mybodyismydiary)
ah yes, come in, come into my house. ah yes, now step out, step right out the door. wonderful. wonderful visit. come again.
(via aryastarks)
"When you grow up as a girl, the world tells you the things that you are supposed to be: emotional, loving, beautiful, wanted. And then when you are those things, the world tells you they are inferior: illogical, weak, vain, empty. The world teaches you that the way you exist in it is disgusting — you watch boys cringe backward in your dorm room when you talk about your period, blue water pretending to be blood in a maxi pad commercial. It is little things, and it is constant. In a food court in a mall, after you go to the gynecologist for the first time, you and your friend talk about how much it hurts, and over her shoulder you watch two boys your age turn to look at you and wrinkle their noses: the reality of your life is impolite to talk about. The world says that you don’t have a right to the space you occupy, any place with men in it is not yours, you and your body exist only as far as what men want to do with it. At fifteen, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. At almost thirty, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met still somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. They are children. They are children."
- Stevie Nicks (via actias)
(Source: whisperingwordsofwisdom, via afternoonsnoozebutton)
