“I think people sometimes get the wrong impression when they’re like, ‘Oh, well, so-and-so was straight and then she was gay, and now she’s straight again’, you know? But it’s like, how many times do I have to kiss a woman before I’m gay? Everybody wants to label people. Sometimes you just fall in love with somebody, and you’re really not thinking about what gender or whatever they happen to be. It think that if I happen to fall in love with a woman, everyone’s going to make a big deal out of it. But if I happen to fall in love with a man, nobody cares.”
Inspirational Women I Love —> Lucy Liu
Featuring kittens, tattoo sleeves, intersectionality theory, and mean quotes from my aggressively hip roommates. I can honestly and cheerfully promise you nothing of quality, except maybe some really good Feminist Hulk reblogs.
babies are so cute and dumb aww they have only like 3 skills its adorable
talking, breathing, archery (lv26)
Just reached previously-unrealized levels of key-smashing when I looked up the line-up for the Pitchfork Festival and realized that KATHLEEN MOTHERFUCKING HANNA WILL BE PLAYING the same day as Neutral Milk Hotel and like literally could do nothing but gape / shriek / Facebook Nina in nonsensical half-sentences.
Teen Wolf Season 5
The Mrs. Carter Show World Tour
Photo Credit: Robin Harper
one of my fave fave FAVE things about the Beyonce Brand is that, like, a huge part of the “backstage” component is about just all kinds of women LOVING THEIR JOBS. just women, being really really good at what they do for a living, women working their asses off at their jobs, having fun doing their jobs, being HIGHLY VALUED for being good at their jobs, even being good at the ones that maybe aren’t that glamorous or don’t get that much visibility, women making friends who are good at their jobs, goofin around while being good at their jobs, celebrating one another while being good at their jobs. I just think that is so great. Who run the world? PEOPLE WHO ARE GOOD AT THEIR JOBS. (IDEALLY.)
In a million billion years when the sun explodes there will be only one human survivor. Out from the rubble Bianca Lawson will rise. Looking better and younger than she did when she was on Buffy.
This is the point at which you share said 8tracks account with your followers so we can enjoy the breathy hipster playlist, right?
Nobody tells you that you sign up for an 8tracks account during finals week so you can make a playlist of eight covers of Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas Is You” as a joke about the agonizing fact of your own existence but three months later you literally can’t stop making and listening to playlists, your whole life is putting together 8tracks compilations and sorting through Google Image search results (“window” “window +sun” “window -curtain”) for the Perfect Coverage Image. NOBODY TELLS YOU.
The critics swoon; it’s realistic, they say, so realistic, to depict the struggle of the modern teen, the heartbreak of irresolvable incompatibility. Isn’t that always what celebrities cite in their divorces? “Irreconciliable differences.”
And so you’re lying on the floor of your bathroom, your knees curled to your chest, or you’re on your sofa with a pint of ice cream, or you’re in bed watching your favourite sad movie on Netflix, and the collective weight of all that you consume settles on your shoulders, leans in, and whispers, “You were never meant to fall in love.”