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susaetas:

MALE PRIVILEGE IS WALKING INTO A GROUP OF AMIGAS AND TURNING IT INTO A GROUP OF AMIGOS

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arussiandiary:

Foto: Byron Spencer

(Krönika publicerad i Nöjesmagasinet City April 2013)

GÅ EN DAG I MINA KLÄDER

Jag har just larmat och låst dörren till mitt kafé Schmäck när en tjej kommer fram till mig och frågar vad jag håller på med. Det är kvällen den fjortonde mars. Dagen innan…

whatever we wear

wherever we go

yes means yes

and no means no

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little-veganite:

dopejonker:

A Muslim cleric has condemned to death Amina Tyler, a young 19 year old Tunisian who published a picture of herself topless, Amina posted on her Facebook account a picture with the phrase: “My body belongs to me, and is not the source of anyone’s honor.” She is a member of the group Femen, a feminist movement emerged in Ukraine in 2008 performing their topless protests to draw attention. The unusual protest sparked rejected her own family, which is considered a “insulting the modesty of a woman” and Islam.
“This young woman according to Islamic law deserves to between 80 and 100 lashes, but she did much more than that so she deserves to be stoned to death,” the religious Tunisian daily said “Assabah News” .

Amina represents us.
We the undersigned unequivocally defend Amina, and demand that her life and liberty are protected and that those who have threatened her will be immediately prosecuted.
Sign the petition here

Please sign and signal boost! This is a fucking life at stake.

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myjusticecake:

marielikestodraw:

caledoniasternandwild:

runenweib:

Post-mastectomy tattoos by Tina Bafaro. Photos by Bafaro.

Utterly stunning

Wow *slow clap*

Holy.

Fuck.

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chelsdamelsp:

dreamychocolateprincess:

banannicka:

they-all-leave:

I JUST SPENT 2 HOURS OF MY LIFE TRYING TO FIGURE THIS OUT. OMG. MOST DIFFICULT THING I’VE EVER DONE.

it took me 3 fucking hours

I LOVE THESE GAMES.

Also took 2 hours. Last puzzle got me.

ive played this before, it took me like 45 minutes to get out

it took me less than 5 seconds to get out

 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ OH MY FUCKING GOD. I CANT. THIS IS WHY I LOVE TUMBLR.

^^^^^^^^ A+++++++

i lOVE THESE GAMES

whAT

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fox-power:

So my 13 y/o brother is on Xbox Live with his friends in the other room and the past 20 minutes I’ve heard him say

• Dude why do you use gay as an insult?
• You guys are fucking sexist, this is why I’m the only one of us who has a girlfriend
• Wow that wasn’t racist or anything
• No seriously gay does not mean stupid
• BOOMSHOT!!!!!!!!!!

SO PROUD

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yourfriendlyunicornhunter:

boazpriestly:

captain-jamie-kirk:

scarygodmother:

eldritche:

My window opened soundlessly. I stopped, stepped back, and let it fall closed. It made the usual sound a window makes when it’s closing: loud, obtrusive, and startling enough to get my dad yelling from downstairs.

“Bells, you all right?”

“Yeah,” I called back. I opened my window again. No creaking, still. This was new. This was not good. I frowned at the window. Something would have to be done about this.

That weird Cullen kid was back in school today. He watched me all day like I was some sort of freak. I didn’t have anything caught between my teeth. I had checked during a break between classes in case there was some unsightly lettuce poking its way between my front teeth.

The staring thing was not cool. Everything about him was not cool. I never thought I would actually see a real life embodiment of the lessons in The Gift of Fear that dad had got me for my fifteenth birthday, but here he was, sitting next to me in biology class. Ugh.

Supper was the usual affair: frozen leftover lasagna with textured vegetable protein. Dad like to complain that lasagna was supposed to have meat in it. I told him, again, that if he wanted meat in his lasagna, he was more than welcome to make his own and freeze it. We ended in a stalemate, both eating in silence.

That night, I got down the shotgun from the shelf in the closet, loaded it up, and slipped under my covers, eyes wide open.

I heard the window open. Not because of the now absent squeaking, but because I had set up an old Christmas ornament on the sill. It broke on the ground. I didn’t move and whoever it was what had come in through my window froze, waiting.

I waited, too.

I could hear his footsteps moving across the room as he came closer.

All right, Bella, I told myself, let’s do this.

I swung the shotgun up from beside me, fitted the stock against my shoulder, aimed, and fired.

Edward Cullen fell to the floor of my room. I stood up, shotgun still trained on him.

“What the hell kind of idiot decides to sneak into the house of the police chief?” I demanded. He sort of gurgled.

“Bells?” Dad’s voice again, this time much more agitated. 

“Yeah?” I crossed to the window and slammed it closed so that the only way Cullen could escape was through the door that my dad now stood in, looking wide awake and carrying his own service pistol.

“What the hell is going on.”

“I’d like to file a breaking and entering report, Dad,” I said.

EVERYTHING IS BELLA THE VAMPIRE SLAYER AND NOTHING HURTS. 

IF ONLY THIS WERE REAL

IF ONLY THIS IS HOW THE BOOKS HAD WENT!

THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER

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kelliechrist:

kelliechrist:

okay guys, you should reblog this so I can find this person! Please? :)

Pretty please? < 3

Guys this needs more notes! They’ll never find me. :(

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