textbook: (historical figure) remained celibate throughout their entire life
me, a homosexual who Knows Better: sure
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“She never took a husband and so must have died a virgin, in the house she shared with the woman who was her best friend and constant companion who she was inseperable from”
Me: (Looks at camera like I was on The Office)
I had a chance to read a copy of The Well of Loneliness that had been translated into Polish before I was taken into the camps. I was a young girl at the time, around twelve or thirteen, and one of the ways I survived in the camp was by remembering that book. I wanted to live long enough to kiss a woman.
A Jewish woman, in a conversation at the Lesbian Herstory Archives, quoted by Joan Nestle, in the Lesbian Herstory Archives Newsletter, June 1992, via the amazing dykesanddykery (via fauxcyborg)
Poor Emma, when she turned eighteen, then the paparazzi just became criminals, in my view. In what other context could five men chase a woman down an alley, and it be ok?
Daniel Radcliffe
I like DanRad a lot, but I’m adding this from Sienna Miller too, because dammit, it has been said, by a woman who has experienced it, and it needs to keep being said:
‘I was a 21-year-old girl and there were times when eight large men were chasing me down dark alleys — and because they had cameras it was thought to be alright.’
(via harrysighles)
a pregnant woman goes into a coma
months later she wakes up, no longer pregnant
“you had twins! ” the nurse exclaims. “your brother named them”
“what did he name the girl?” the woman asks
“denise”
“that’s alright, I like denise. and the boy?”
“denephew”
this is like 1998 chain email-level content
hey there delilah what’s it like in new york city i’m a thousand miles away but girl tonight you look so pretty yes you do
i installed a camera in your room
i’m watching you
I SANG THIS
petition: natalie dormer as the next james bond
okay but like: girl who is witty and calm under pressure and devastatingly handsome. natalie in a suit saying, “shaken, not stirred.” the camera not panning up her legs but rather the legs of the partner she chose for the night. natalie using her good looks to seduce men into helping her, but never cruelly - just in a roguish, devil-may-care way. natalie acknowledged as sexy, but less for the gaze of the audience and more as a statement of fact. an all-women spy team with M and Q trying desperately to keep her in line even though they know she won’t. Q as a shy geeky muslim girl who can speak 35 languages (and counting) and likes to set things on fire. M as a egyptian who carries herself like the goddess she is and who gives dormer that little smirk+headshake of “of course you did.” like… same characteristics as bond movies exactly - comfortable in her sexuality, in her own abilities. villains that genuinely respect her rather than saying “that bitch again?” no slurs like that at all. instead “we need to watch out for bond.” Agent 007 with blood red lipstick and bright red nails and who absolutely kicks ass, no apologies, no holds barred.
Every American white teen boy movie
My name is alex and I go to parkvale high school. It’s your typical high school with the cheerleaders, jocks, goths and the nerds. *camera zooms in on average looking white brunette boy with a wavy fringe* And yep, that’s me. One of the nerds. But that girl? *pan to typical blonde cheerleader in small skirt* That’s Alicia. She’s sooooo hot. I’ve been in love with her since elementary school. But she’s dating jarred *yet another typical white boy walks on camera* he’s our jock and super popular. He’s always bullied me. But now prom is coming up and maybe I can impress her with my two equally dull white male friends
I was at the library the other day, and my daughter was playing at the Art Table with two other girls. One of the little girls’ mother was near by and said “Aren’t you girls good little artists!”
And the third girl perked up and said “My dad’s an artist!”
The woman smiled indulgently and says “Oh really, what kind?”
The little girl proudly told her “He’s a tattoo artist.”
And the woman. Oh man. Her face just twists, crumples into something nothing short of disdain, and she opens her mouth and says “That’s not…”
“An easy job,” I cut in, looking the woman in the face because really? You’re going to tell a child her dad’s not a real artist. “In fact it’s very very hard, because that art is alive forever on a person, not like on paper. And that’s scary! You have to be really good, to be a tattoo artist. Your dad must be really, really good.”
what kind of person could just try and crush a little kid like that? goddamn.
What a soulless bitch to try to tell a child her daddy isn’t an artist! Of course he is! It’s one of the very few accessible art jobs. Do you really think it doesn’t take skill and flair?
“When I was pregnant with you, this old, homeless, dirty gipsy woman on the lower east side of Manhattan stopped me in the street to tell me that I was having a boy because of how low my stomach was hanging. When I gave birth to a girl, I tried to find the old beggar to tell her that she was wrong & I gave birth to a beautiful girl. 21 years later, I need to go back, find that smelly snaggle toothed troll & tell her she was right all along” - My mother’s words on me being transgender.
THIS IS MASTER MATERIAL FOR A MOVIE
the year is 2053. a girl lays on her bed wearing vintage ugg boots. ‘I was born in the wrong generation’ she sighs as she listens to taylor swift and cries over a one direction poster.
some kids are actually gonna be like this you do realize that