“Write. No amount of self-inflicted misery, altered states, black pullovers or being publicly obnoxious will ever add up to your being a writer. Writers write. On you go.”
—AL Kennedy (via amandaonwriting)
May 2012
“Why do they think ‘fat dyke’ is an insult? To me, it means… I’m gonna eat fried chicken and pussy. That’s why I brought wet naps.”
—Margaret Cho (via junkyard-bodhisattva)
Bedtime...
I got home and fell asleep, then woke up at 7 and ate dinner, then registered for my NCLEX-PN exam and for my GPN license, and now I’m headed back to bed.
Clinicals totally kicked my ass today.
*yawns*
Good night, lovers.
xoxo
“I swear to god I will lose my mind if I hear the “sex sells” fallacy one more time. Sex does not sell. If sex sold, we would see penises where we see boobs. Naked men would be on everything that naked women are on. Sex isn’t what they’re selling you. They’re selling you an impossible, pornographically fueled misogynistic idea of the perfect woman.”
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(via littlelightx)
Yes.
(via psdo)
Holy fucking shit yes.
(via madlori)
“Drug trafficking is the only economic enterprise that enables a poor person to acquire the means to drive the same cars and wear the same clothes as the rich. Of course, unlike the legitimized beneficiaries of greedy capitalism, these profiteers lack the power to influence government spending or public policy. They function only as a fascist force that brings violence and devastation into what were once stable communities. They do the work of exploitation and genocide for the white supremacist capitalist patriarchal ruling class. Like mercenaries sent from first world nations to small countries around the world, they devastate and destabilize. This is class warfare. Yet the media deflects attention away from class politics and focuses instead on drug culture and youth violence as if no connection exists between this capitalist exploitation and the imperialist economies that are wreaking havoc on the planet.”
—bell hooks (via nooneknowshername)
everyone needs to stop the dramatics and bitterness over nothing because I am working up a fappetite and I can’t have you fuckers killing that glorious orgasm I intend to have.
Fappetite! FAPPETITE! Best. Word. EVER!!!! *bows before your level of genius*
“I’ve seen a ton on the facebooks about “thanking veterans for their service.” As a veteran let me just be very straightforward and honest with you. We didn’t “serve our country”; we don’t actually serve our brothers/sisters or our neighbors. We serve the interests of Capital. We never risked our lives or spent months on deployment away from our family and friends so they can have this abstract concept called “freedom”. We served big oil; big coal; Coca-Cola; Kellogg, Brown, and Root and all the other big Capital interests who don’t know a fucking thing about sacrifice. These people will never have to deal with the loss of a loved one or the physical and/or psychological scars that those who “serve”, and their families, have to deal with for the rest of their lives. The most patriotic thing someone can do is to tell truth to power and dedicate yourself to building power to overthrow these sociopathic assholes. I served with some of the most real and genuine people I’ve ever met. You’ll never see solidarity like the kind of solidarity you experience when your life depends on the person next to you. But most of us didn’t join for that; we joined because we were fucking poor and didn’t have many other options.”
— An anti-capitalist veteran (via elitc)
I posted about what Memorial Day means to me the other night. But this is highly accurate, too; and needs to be reblogged.
“People of all sexes have the right to explore femininity, masculinity—and the infinite variations between—without criticism or ridicule.”
—Leslie Feinberg (via llevartealhuerto)