Introverts don’t get lonely if they don’t socialize with a lot of people, but we do get lonely if we don’t have intimate interactions on a regular basis.
Sophia Dembling, The Introvert’s Way: Living a Quiet Life in a Noisy World (via reverisk)

Brandy, MC Lyte, YO YO, and Queen Latifah Performance at 20

my DECADE has officially been made. thank you, brandy, lyte, yo-yo and latifah.


white vegans be like “honey is unethical because the bees worked so hard on it that’s why I like the completely ethical alternative of sugar harvested by underpaid and abused fieldworkers”


if your brand of feminism is that oppressive institutions can stay in place as long as a woman is in charge regardless of the less privileged women she exploits… maybe like try harder

pretty much.


I love meeting photographers. I’d met these two separately on different days but as they happened to be in the same place at once, I asked for them to share a moment. Oh, and Happy August, everyone.


There’s really no such thing as the ‘voiceless’. There are only the deliberately silenced, or the preferably unheard

Source: lehaaz

There’s no point to a guy yelling, “Hey sexy baby” at me out of the passenger window of a car as it speeds past. Even if I was into creepy misogynists and wanted to give him my number, I couldn’t. The car didn’t even slow down. But that’s okay, because he wasn’t actually hitting on me. The point wasn’t to proposition me or chat me up. The only point was to remind me, and all women, that our bodies are his to stare at, assess, comment on, even touch. “Hey sexy baby” is the first part of a sentence that finishes, “this is your daily message from the patriarchy, reminding you that your body is public property”.

out and about in the last few months. puerto rico, brooklyn, ikea.

It took many years of vomiting up all the filth I’d been taught about myself, and half-believed, before I was able to walk on this earth as though I had a right to be here.
James Baldwin (via gentlerecovery)

like laughter from the bottom of the belly
or pillow fights turned play fights
i love you too much to fight
for something that doesn’t make us feel good.

or whole
or some part of ourselves we’ll never know again.

i always imagined your room would feel
like all the things the wind blew in.


been working. good stuff coming together. so very very elated.

i passed my german exam and now i’m back up in this bitch like whoa.