i went to my first professional ~conference today

at one point i found myself writing a bulleted list that included only the phrase “social media”

where is the escape button for adulthood

5 days ago on May 13, 2013 at 06:21pm

Boston Bombing: The Meaning of Dunkin' Donuts ›

micathemineral:

sadly, this very nearly made me teary-eyed

(via fuckyeahmassachusetts)

theonlymagicleftisart:

(MizEnScen)

atavus:

Ana Mendieta - Silueta Works in Mexico, 1973-77

(via carminezuigibers)

wilwheaton:

kat-howard:

elysemarshall:

annajarzab:

I like this.

I like this, too.

Wonderful. I want to memorize this.

This is amazing.

(via cathalins)

You tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.

“For Women Who Are Difficult to Love,” Warsan Shire  (via theuncolonizedmind)

(via carminezuigibers)

stfuconservatives:

fabianpalencia:

Fast food workers strike, Atlantic Terminal Mall, Brooklyn Ny. April 4th 2013

Fast food workers are striking again for higher wages. Hopefully someone pays attention this time.

  • what she said: i'm fine
  • what she meant: Be quiet, Tiffany! Be quiet! Stop it! I have never in my life yelled at a girl like this. When my mother yells like this it’s because she loves me. I was rooting for you, we were all rooting for you! How dare you! Learn something from this! When you go to bed at night, you lay there and you take responsibility for yourself, because nobody’s going to take responsibility for you. You rolling your eyes and you act like it’s because you’ve heard it all before—you’ve heard it all before—you don’t know where the hell I come from, you have no idea what I’ve been through. But I’m not a victim; I grow from it and I learn. Take responsibility for yourself.

Last year I abstained
this year I devour
without guilt
which is also an art.

Margaret Atwood (via oofpoetry)

Ask your female friends, if you have any, if they’ve ever walked home late at night with a key pushed through their knuckles, just in case, if they’ve ever crossed the street to avoid a stranger, just in case, if they’ve ever taken the long way home because of the weird guy on the corner, just in case. Ask them if they’ve ever made up a boyfriend to get a guy to leave them alone, if they’ve ever gotten off a train car and moved to the next because you just never know, if they’ve ever shelled out for a cab because men like you were at the bus stop. Do you really want to be that guy?