lovelysuggestions:

Repeat after me. No matter what, I love my body. My muscles and nerves. Skin and Skelton. I love my body. I love the warmth of the sunlight on my shoulders. I love the way the water washes over it. I love my body. I love how it helps me express myself through voice, tears, movement, smiles and touch. I love my body. I love the sexual energy in my body. I love the heat between my thighs. I love to kiss and make love. I love my body. I love waking up and stretching all the tired muscles. I love to run, walk, climb and dance. I love my body.

socotic:

do you ever just want to be really nice to everyone but then u remember how much u really fucking hate people & then ur plan goes to shit

bioethicists:

questions men should ask themselves more often

- am i being unnecessarily forceful/loud?

- am i talking over others? are those others mostly women?

- why does this person feel like that? how can i acknowledge their feelings?

- does she seem comfortable around me? if not, why?

- am i devaluing women as a joke/when they make me angry? am i insulting women’s appearance and sanity whenever they make me angry?

- am i listening to other people’s knowledge/experiences or am i only talking about my own? how can i share my knowledge/experiences in a respectful way that doesn’t monopolize conversation or infantalize others (primarily women)?

expected-chaos:

Not to be dramatic but it’s only fucking Wednesday

josephicus:

manhatingbabyeater:

loitering is basically the illegal act of existing while not spending money

isn’t capitalism fun