"NO. No no no. I don’t want to screw you. I just love you. When did who you want to screw become the whole game? Since when is the person you want to screw the only person you get to love? It’s so stupid, Tiny! I mean, Jesus, who even gives a fuck about sex?! People act like it’s the most important thing humans do, but come on. How can our sentient fucking lives revolve around something slugs can do. I mean, who you want to screw and whether you screw them? Those are important questions, I guess. But they’re not that important. You know what’s important? Who would you die for? Who do you wake up at five forty-five in the morning for even though you don’t even know why he needs you?"
An Ode to December in Western Massachusetts
lovely colors, mist, and composition
What Do Dress Codes Say About Girls’ Bodies?
Really interesting about learning to cover up can teach you to see yourself as a sexualized body ”through the male gaze” … it’s clear in the comments that there are many ideas on how we should go forward…
My opinion is that both men and women should learn to dress modestly and realize that it is best for the well-being of the individual. It’s key to the dresser’s self-esteem that the reasons are stated in ways that show how wearing modest clothes benefits the person inside of them ; for example, when talking to a young girl, it’d be more constructive and caring to explain to her ”When you dress modestly, you are able to concentrate your mind on more important things than what parts of your body are exposed.” This statement is not only true, but it values the girl’s mind, experience with life, and autonomy over her body. It reveals the truth that dressing with class is a healthy habit for bettering one’s own mind and self-image. Lastly, it reveals the love (desiring the good of another person) that should be at the core of customs of modesty. Conversely, it is damaging to say “You have to cover up so you don’t distract the boys,” because that statement diminishes the girl’s mind and experience with life as unimportant, while removing her autonomy over her body’s appearance. In her mind, she becomes, as this article says, an “inherent sexual threat needing to be tamed” whose body is recontextualized to exist only “through the male gaze.” I still think about myself in this damaging way on occasion because I learned the idea in elementary school and it is often repeated in our culture. It is not a loving way to look at oneself or others. I can’t speak for men, but I would imagine that they would share in the harmful feelings of “I only exist to turn somebody on” which women most commonly experience, as some are now beginning to experience the spotlight of sexual and appearance pressures.
Listening to the jazz band play outside my window… dorm life is so sweet :) First they played the theme song from Indiana Jones. Oh my gosh, now they’re playing the theme song from Jurassic Park! <3 Two of my dad’s favorite songs and my dad/brother’s favorite movies.
"She was His spring, He was Her winter. The beginning of love for Him and the end of searching for Her. Finally they had found their favorite seasons and it was made so much sweeter when shared with the other."
"Most of our childhood is stored not in photos, but in certain biscuits, lights of day, smells, textures of carpet."
Snoop Dogg is going to tell us the meaning of Christmas.
Twas the nizzle before Christmizzle, and all through the hizzle…
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mizzle.
All were awaiting Sizzle Clause and his bag
To bring the good homies and bitches their swag
almost time to make this my icon again
(Source: snooplionwearingsillyhats, via fregglover)