foreverdisneynerd:

gothdolly:

twitch-the-tiny:

kingkeenanthegreat:

dash-of-dark:

JUST FUCKING LISTEN. 

THIS IS HALLOWEEN BUT NOT LIKE YOU KNOW IT

reblog so others can hear it!

Where the hell are the Victorian Goths they should be all over this.

*SMASHES REBLOG BUTTON*

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh … *love

This plus the music to the Haunted Mansion (Ride and Film) would make a great background music for a masquerade Victorian Era costume party 

fenchurchdent:

chicklikemeblog:

Playboy’s catcall flowchart.  

I’m reblogging Playboy. Somebody stop me. 

fenchurchdent:

chicklikemeblog:

Playboy’s catcall flowchart.  

I’m reblogging Playboy. Somebody stop me. 

TAGS: reblog /
But where does which start

But where does which start

amarobotic:

Deconstructing Masculinity & Manhood with Michael Kimmel @ Dartmouth College

this is really a good way of putting it

I remember my professor once said that it is most unfortunate to be a poverty-stricken, single woman with disabilities who comes from a minority group.

"Malas mo lang"

(Source: exgynocraticgrrl)

As someone who is still getting used to interacting with other people here on tumblr aside from reblogging and liking posts, I, most of the time, doubt whether a person means to address me when they reblog things from me and add captions. However, since I did start the post, and no one else has reblogged it, I’m thinking I’m seriously being asked if I’m seriously implying that women don’t do the things done in the video. 
What I seriously did here, though, was contemplate answering this question by reblogging and adding to the caption, privately messaging the person, both of the above, or neither. I picked neither. See, I have this niggling curiosity when it comes to the people who bother to reblog or like my posts; especially when they reblog them because, hey, I wonder what kind of people notice what I post. I checked this person’s tumblr out, and noticed that he seemed very aggressive in the way he forms his thoughts. Also, to put it in his words, he’s an asshole (with a pleasant taste in music). In addition he’s anti-feminist so I guess that’s how he found my post. There’s a special part on the person’s blog for all the terrible things radical feminists have done, actually. But I digress; the thing is, I chose not to reply because it seemed like by replying to this person, I’m just submerging myself in tar. We’d argue, for sure. I don’t know about that person’s day, but mine would be ruined by the negativity brought by opening this can of worms. 
There are some people who, as he seems to be, start fights for the sake of having one, and not for discourse. Most probably, nothing will come out of it, but a shortage of temper, and a waste of time. So I’m not addressing this insinuation/question. However, I want to remind anyone who reads my posts that whatever I post here is to provoke thoughts, and not necessarily to force my opinion on to you, despite the topics, and views I usually reblog. We can discussing things, but that’s if you really want to share your thoughts, and not to just plug my mouth, plug your ears, and shout your opinions at the top of your mouth; that’s an attack, not a conversation. And I do love conversation…uh…usually. :))

As someone who is still getting used to interacting with other people here on tumblr aside from reblogging and liking posts, I, most of the time, doubt whether a person means to address me when they reblog things from me and add captions. However, since I did start the post, and no one else has reblogged it, I’m thinking I’m seriously being asked if I’m seriously implying that women don’t do the things done in the video.

What I seriously did here, though, was contemplate answering this question by reblogging and adding to the caption, privately messaging the person, both of the above, or neither. I picked neither. See, I have this niggling curiosity when it comes to the people who bother to reblog or like my posts; especially when they reblog them because, hey, I wonder what kind of people notice what I post. I checked this person’s tumblr out, and noticed that he seemed very aggressive in the way he forms his thoughts. Also, to put it in his words, he’s an asshole (with a pleasant taste in music). In addition he’s anti-feminist so I guess that’s how he found my post. There’s a special part on the person’s blog for all the terrible things radical feminists have done, actually. But I digress; the thing is, I chose not to reply because it seemed like by replying to this person, I’m just submerging myself in tar. We’d argue, for sure. I don’t know about that person’s day, but mine would be ruined by the negativity brought by opening this can of worms. 

There are some people who, as he seems to be, start fights for the sake of having one, and not for discourse. Most probably, nothing will come out of it, but a shortage of temper, and a waste of time. So I’m not addressing this insinuation/question. However, I want to remind anyone who reads my posts that whatever I post here is to provoke thoughts, and not necessarily to force my opinion on to you, despite the topics, and views I usually reblog. We can discussing things, but that’s if you really want to share your thoughts, and not to just plug my mouth, plug your ears, and shout your opinions at the top of your mouth; that’s an attack, not a conversation. And I do love conversation…uh…usually. :))

How Arguments Work (most of the time)(maybe)

Here’s what I realized while watching for the nth time Adventure Time’s Bad Little Boy episode—specifically during this exchange:

Ice King: You’ve been acting like a real knucklehead, Dr. Prince. Go on; get outta here! And don’t ever do wrong things again!

Dr. Prince: You’re right. I see your side of things.

When two people are arguing, both parties most probably believe that they are right (at least, to an extent). Why else would they defend their side, right? It’s when one side realizes what the other is trying to relay that said side relents in their stand (at least, to an extent). It’s not about being right, or wrong; nor is it about being better—or good, or whatever else. It’s about understanding each other clearly, and being able to contextualize, or empathize with the other side’s stand. It’s getting what the other is saying, and realizing that they may be right (at least, to an extent).

Basically:

Both of you are probably right (at least, to an extent). But do you get what the other is saying? Like, really get what they’re saying? You don’t have to necessarily accept it as truth (since it’s relative, ya know), but you gotta see why or what the other person sees as truth for the argument to be settled (at least, to an extent). 

THE DR. MARTENS DIARIES: FLOW

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Halloo! Here’s 2/4 of the Dr. Martens Diaries where cloths and tousled hair abound!

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Jia and I played with full skirts for this set. To me, maxi skirts, along with combat boots, are closet staples. Not only do they go from hyper girly styles (pair ‘em up with bright tops, and colorful heels!) to sleek semi-formal outfits ( interestingly cut tops, and minimalist heels) to beach babe ( cover up/bandeau, and embellished sandals), they go with stompy, down-and-dirty boots as well for a non fuss urban look. 

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To be honest, though, I’ve only recently developed this liking for maxi’s; as a person who only stands five foot (and give or take an inch or so), it could be daunting to wear full skirts. I wanted to try it, though, so I just swallowed my fear and went “eff this”. I find that wearing maxi’s can actually help you look taller since it streamlines your silhouette; I made it a point to keep the skirt around my waist (or wear it as a dress, like Jia) in order to not look shorter with a full skirt.

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Other pro’s for maxi skirts:
1) Leg freedom ( you know you want that unconstrained movement)
2) Instant kumot (get the right kind, and you’ll be nice and cozy)

3) Layers (who knows what’s under that skirt—pants? Leggings? Leg warmers? All of the above?)
4) Swish (how else would you be twirling with reckless abandon and hitting other people as well)

5) All in one skirt (tuck the fabric in correctly, and you can have an instant mini, midi, or whatever-other-length skirt you want!)

Regardless of the above-mentioned points, if you want to wear a full skirt, just GO WEAR A FULL SKIRT! It’s all in your personal tastes, anyway. You can borrow a skirt for a trial, and go from there. Fashion, to me anyway, is an exercise in experimentation, and freedom.

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Fashion flows. It flows with the times, and in the micro-spectrum, it flows with the person’s personal style. So have no fear when you try new things, and end up loving it. Nor when you experiment, and end up saying no (especially when everyone else says “hell yes”). Nor even when you try something, like it, and eventually dislike it—and vice versa. There are so many factors in the macro-spectrum, and eventually, you’ll wear down those that really matter in the direction your style goes. In the end, it’s still fashion. What you do with it is up to you, hence, personal style.

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I guess, you could say, I’m sort of telling you to go against the flow, as the saying goes, but if you’re always just following, you really won’t stick out.

Although, often times, people can’t help but stick out—mostly because we have this thing called personality. Which goes back to style, which is basically how much personality you allow to seep through in your lifestyle. But I’m rambling. I shall…end this…post…now, reader.


P.S.: Hope you enjoyed the outfits! And hit me up any time if you’d like to share your thoughts! :D


P.P.S.: I don’t think I’ve ever hinted enough, but go check out Jia’s blog!! She’s also posting Dr. Martens Diary entries o’er there! And so much more!

P.P.P.: Photo credits go to the coolio Dino L! 8D

captainbutttouch:

Eat your fucking heart out 

I’m the cutest thing alive 

A boy sprawled next to me on the bus, elbows out, knee pointing sharp into my thigh.
He frowned at me when I uncrossed my legs, unfolded my hands
and splayed out like boys are taught to: all big, loose limbs.
I made sure to jab him in the side with my pretty little sharp purse.
At first he opened his mouth like I expected him to, but instead of speaking up he sat there, quiet, and took it for the whole bus ride.
Like a girl.

Once, a boy said my anger was cute, and he laughed,
and I remember thinking that I should sit there and take it,
because it isn’t ladylike to cause a scene and girls aren’t supposed to raise their voices.
But then he laughed again and all I saw
was my pretty little sharp nails digging into his cheek
before drawing back and making a horribly unladylike fist.
(my teacher informed me later that there is no ladylike way of making a fist.)

When we were both in the principal’s office twenty minutes later
him with a bloody mouth and cheek, me with skinned knuckles,
I tried to explain in words that I didn’t have yet
that I was tired of having my emotions not taken seriously
just because I’m a girl.

Girls are taught: be small, so boys can be big.
Don’t take up any more space than absolutely necessary.
Be small and smooth with soft edges
and hold in the howling when they touch you and it hurts:
the sandpaper scrape of their body hair that we would be shamed for having,
the greedy hands that press too hard and too often take without asking permission.

Girls are taught: be quiet and unimposing and oh so small
when they heckle you with their big voices from the window of a car,
because it’s rude to scream curse words back at them, and they’d just laugh anyway.
We’re taught to pin on smiles for the boys who jeer at us on the street
who see us as convenient bodies instead of people.

Girls are taught: hush, be hairless and small and soft,
so we sit there and take it and hold in the howling,
pretend to be obedient lapdogs instead of the wolves we are.
We pin pretty little sharp smiles on our faces instead of opening our mouths,
because if we do we get accused of silly women emotions
blowing everything out of proportion with our PMS, we get
condescending pet names and not-so-discreet eyerolls.

Once, I got told I punched like a girl.
I told him, Good. I hope my pretty little sharp rings leave scars.

-- 'My Perfume Doubles As Mace,' theappleppielifestyle. (via queenofeden)

(Source: theappleppielifestyle)