But women can never be careful enough, can we? If we take naked pictures of ourselves, we’re asking for it. If someone can manage to hack into our accounts, we’re asking for it. If we’re not wearing anti-rape nail polish, we’re asking for it. If we don’t take self-defence classes, we’re asking for it. If we get drunk, we’re asking for it. If our skirts are too short, we’re asking for it. If we pass out at a party, we’re asking for it. If we are not hyper-vigilant every single fucking second of every single fucking day, we are asking for it. Even when we are hyper-vigilant, we’re still asking for it. The fact that we exist is asking for it.
This is what rape culture looks like.
This is what misogyny looks like.
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There’s a song my Nana used to me and my cousins when we were babies. It’s a really simple, but soothing song. “Nana’ little baby, baby baaaaaaby. Nana’s little precious, precious, preeeeecious.” That song was magic. It’s magical powers would soothe fussy, grumpy babies and put them at ease. The song has been engrained in my head, heart, and even my cousin’s minds. My second youngest cousin, George, used to hum the song and rock in the chair after our grandma passed away. Everyone would ask him who Nana was and he’d shrug, still whilst humming her song and rocking the old, pink chair.
After Fernando was born, during one of our first weeks as parents, Alexis and I were panicking to calm Baby D after many failed attempts. This was before we knew his upset tummy was due to lactose intolerance, so we were clueless as to what was upsetting our tiny baby. After taking a breath, I grabbed the little guy and rocked him. For as long as it took, I hummed the song and rocked him gently. The screaming turned into fussing which turned into tiny noises, and finally sleep. It was right there that I realized I now held that magic that I believed my Nana held. It was the best feeling in the world to watch my Nana’s song still soothe our little boy.
Five hours post his usual nap time, he randomly started crying today and I laid him down next to me, hummed, and scratched his back. For as long as he needed me to. Now, I’m 15 minutes late to leave for school, but I don’t mind at all. ❤️
"Don’t wear a hoodie if you don’t want to be mistaken for a criminal and shot."
"Don’t get drunk at a party if you don’t want to be sexually assaulted."
"Don’t argue with a cop if you don’t want to get killed."
"Don’t walk home by yourself if you don’t want to get raped."
Victim blaming 101: Everyone should live in fear from ever doing anything.
You guys rule!
Your Body Is Beautiful And You Are A G o d d e s s
i absolutely adore this but aren’t skinny girls in there? some girls have a high metabolism and they stay relly skinny even if they eat a ton. are they not beautiful?
People get so riled up about celebrity women taking sexual pictures of themselves. It’s incredible how much I’ve changed. Years ago, I watched the Kim Kardashian sex tape and rolled my eyes. I looked up Vanessa Hudgen’s leaked nudes and rolled my eyes. “They signed up for this when they became celebrities. Nothing’s personal or private when you put yourself in the limelight.” I used to think that. I used to SAY that.
I could not have been any fucking more wrong. Jennifer Lawrence’s leaked nudes were stolen, private property. People roll their eyes at her, call her an attention-seeking whore, call her a “slut,” yet I’m pretty sure all of these people looked them up or sought out these photos out of curiosity.
These photos were stolen and there’s nothing wrong about her taking sexual pictures of herself— plus, can we just admit that we’ve all taken nudes? Or almost all— the problem lies in the fact that she did not post these photos or consent to them being viewed. If she’d done a nude spread for Playboy, YES, look at them. Admire them. View them as much as you’d like, whenever you’d like.
But these photos are a violation of her property. A sex crime. Not a scandal. A violation of her privacy.
Ps: Can we all please be fucking adults and stop acting surprised that she has nipples, a vagina, and an ass under her clothes. Anyone gawking at them as if you’ve never seen tits and ass before are shameless liars.
Things from yesterday. I honestly cannot put into words how much I love lessoceans and windyysmilee. ANY day spent with them is bound to be fun and perfect. My family kinda sucks, so to find friends that take a place in your heart like family is perfection. Reina is honestly like a cousin to me. Not like a sister. Sisters fight and they’re not equals, I feel like Reina and I are on the same plain. Reina and I don’t fight. We just call each other up whenever we feel like having fun and though we’re 90% silly/sarcastic and 10% serious, I know when things get serious, I can vent to her and trust her wholly. And Fernando is SO comfortable with them both. He’s a very shy, stand off-ish person, so him taking a keen liking to someone is rare. But he’ll talk to Chelsea, seek Reina’s attention, hold Auggie. He’s just so at home with them. That’s honestly such a big relief.
Plus, they have cute pets. I kinda just use them for their pets. 😜