“The phenomenon of female anger has often been turned against itself, the figure of the angry woman reframed as threat […] She conjures a lineage of threatening archetypes: the harpy and her talons, the witch and her spells, the medusa and her writhing locks. The notion that female anger is unnatural or destructive is learned young; children report perceiving displays of anger as more acceptable from boys than from girls.”
— LESLIE JAMISON, I Used to Insist I Didn’t Get Angry. Not Anymore. (via rnyfh)
Inktober Day 03: Path
Mum:hey -
Me, returning from a walk in the woods after still being unsuccesfull in getting abducted by the fair folk: I don’t wanna talk right now
okay the russian space agency agrees with me
antis your move 👀👀👀
“I could fix him.” yeah well I would eat his heart in the marketplace.
-Malcolm X (1962)
heard porn bots might be following you guys again. sorry about that. but in some good news i have been gaining many new followers who are real stunningly beautiful women. welcome ladies :)
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I’m so deep in academia that I’m pretty sure I think in 12 point Times New Roman font.
some of you never sacrificed your life for your infant son and saved his life through the strength of your immense love for him and it shows
I just want to pretend. I want to pretend that I could.