bechnokid:

kyterion:

"oh my god you’re drawing his crotch, you pervert!"

THERE’S NOTHING WRONG IN HUMAN BODY

IT’S NORMAL

I’M NOT EVEN SEXUALIZING IT

YOU’RE SEXUALIZING IT

LET. ME. DRAW

^^^^^^This.

Bonus:

"ehehehe you’re drawing boobies—"

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otherwindow:

*picks up something i dropped*

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lucifernix:

aestheticstateofmind:

I’m reblogging this again because I love the message behind it and I think it needs to be passed on.

My mother let us choose. My brother and I decided that religion just wasn’t for us. She reacted neutrally and we were not baptised, nor did we make our first holy communion.

My sister chose religion. She woke my mum up every Said “its time to go to church”. She was baptised at 8 years old when she was able to do it for herself, read the relevant parts herself, and knew the choices she was making rather than it being made for her. And she was so happy. Religion should be a choice, and one that you are fully consenting and happy to make.

She’s now 12 and she still has the cross that was a gift at her baptism above her bed, and still reads her little bible from time to time. She doesn’t attend church any more, because she doesn’t feel that church is necessary to have a god.

I am an atheist, as I have stated. But I’m here for her if she ever wants to talk to me about her religion and all things associated.

That is how religion should be. For everyone.

(Source: gypsymoonsister)

God: you have to die so their sins can be forgiven
Jesus:
Jesus:
Jesus:
Jesus: i just came here to have a good time and i'm honestly feeling so attacked right now

badkindofrad:

i love you, son

(Source: funnycatshumor)

iwishgillianandersonwasmymom:

xeppeli:

banksy is the zen pencils guy

reading these six words gives me a sensation completely unrelated to the usual feeling of reading a joke; it’s just a kind of placid acceptance. my brain just accepts this and i can’t stop believing with absolute certainty that it’s true

grrrlfever:

wouldnt it be cool to just like not feel nervous about everything all the time

(Source: lesbolution)

You are not designed for everyone to like you.
—(via hedonistpoet)

Have you ever seen a little girl run so fast she falls down? There’s an instant, a fraction of a second before the world catches hold of her again… A moment when she’s outrun every doubt and fear she’s ever had about herself and she flies. In that moment, every little girl flies. I need to find that again. Like taking a car out into the desert to see how fast it can go, I need to find the edge of me. And maybe, if I fly far enough, I’ll be able to turn around and look at the world… And see where I belong.

(Source: danverskate)

thisisbobbylondon:

In response to anyone who thinks they have an fierce inner black woman in them and is not in fact, a black woman

See the thing about that fire and that “fierceness” is that it’s born out of our oppression, out of always being told that we are ugly, that our bodies are too fat or too muscular, that we don’t have the right kind of hair — and having to deconstruct all those things and tell ourselves that we are beautiful even though society is telling us that we are not.  

That strength is born out of always having to defend ourselves against white supremacy and anti-black-woman-patriachy. From years of not seeing ourselves represented in anything aligned with beauty, of buying products that are made to make us look like not ourselves.

So there is no way you could have an inner black woman in you. You have not experienced our struggle, you don’t know it, you haven’t lived it, and you can’t imagine it. 

See, you can’t sit with us, because we haven’t been able to sit at your table since our existence in this country. And while we were being excluded from your table we made our own, and it is fabulous and fly. And of course you now want to try and have a seat at our table, take our table, use it and ignore all the labor that went into creating THAT table.

But nah, sorry boo boo.

You ain’t never going to be us, you can try to wear your hair like us, you can try to dance like us, talk like us, wish you were us, but know this —

YOU-WILL-NEVER-BE-US

In some older versions of Persephone’s story, she was a young woman, not a young girl, and instead of accidentally wandering away, she had gone deliberately adventuring, when she fell, or was lured, or was kidnapped into Hell. Here Persephone’s adventurous spirit leads her into difficulty, instead of her being a passive victim of the wickedness of others. Her relationship with her mother gives her the courage to explore her world, and when events take a bad turn, their relationship gives her the strength to survive.

In a still older version, Persephone heard the despairing cries of the dead and chose freely to go into the Underworld to comfort them. Hades does not appear at all, in this version. Here Persephone’s descent to hell illustrates inclusiveness for every being, whether in the Underworld or in our present one, and shows that mercy is integral to her nature.

In the most ancient layer of myth, Persephone’s name means “She Who Destroys The Light.” She was the powerful Goddess of the Underworld long before anyone knew of Hades. Like the Indian Kali, the Irish Morrigan, and the Sumerian Ereshkegal, she was the Goddess of Death.

—(x)

(Source: auntiewitch)