It is illegal for women to go topless in most cities, yet you can buy a magazine of a woman without her top on at any 7-11 store. So, you can sell breasts, but you cannot wear breasts, in America.

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This is one of my favorite quotes about sexualization/objectification vs autonomy of female bodies bc it’s so succinct

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sixpenceee:

angrynerdyblogger:

sixpenceee:

Would anyone like to join me for dinner?

What makes this even creepier is that this is Miss Havisham’s house from Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. Basically what happened was she was stood up on her wedding day and had her heart broken so badly that she came home and stopped all the clocks and refused to clean away the wedding feast room. Decades later, everything is still as it was meant to be on her wedding day, with the food still rotting and the clocks all stopped. Sometimes she’ll just go in there and wander around, unable to move on.

We’re having sadness and cake 

sixpenceee:

angrynerdyblogger:

sixpenceee:

Would anyone like to join me for dinner?

What makes this even creepier is that this is Miss Havisham’s house from Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. Basically what happened was she was stood up on her wedding day and had her heart broken so badly that she came home and stopped all the clocks and refused to clean away the wedding feast room. Decades later, everything is still as it was meant to be on her wedding day, with the food still rotting and the clocks all stopped. Sometimes she’ll just go in there and wander around, unable to move on.

We’re having sadness and cake 

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punkmothra:

my favourite part of shakespeare plays is the person at the end that is like “see how these people fucked everything up. don’t do this. look at this fuckery. look at it. fuck this. fuck everything.”

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meladoodle:

IM CACKLING

meladoodle:

IM CACKLING

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People should remember that Lionel Messi dragged this team to the final. Instead they’ll remember that he didn’t score tonight.
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There’s no point to a guy yelling, “Hey sexy baby” at me out of the passenger window of a car as it speeds past. Even if I was into creepy misogynists and wanted to give him my number, I couldn’t. The car didn’t even slow down. But that’s okay, because he wasn’t actually hitting on me. The point wasn’t to proposition me or chat me up. The only point was to remind me, and all women, that our bodies are his to stare at, assess, comment on, even touch. “Hey sexy baby” is the first part of a sentence that finishes, “this is your daily message from the patriarchy, reminding you that your body is public property”.
My First Name Ain’t Baby: ‘Hey Baby’ and Street Harassment (via official-mens-frights-activist)

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327 DAYS UNTIL THE WOMEN’S WORLD CUP

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amashton:

I can’t wait for my future husband to win the World Cup so I can go down on the pitch and make out with him in front of everyone

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