Lucy. I'm 19, I live in New Zealand. Pro-choice, sex-positive, body-positive, intersectional feminism. International Relations and Development Studies majors. I'm super interested in gender and post-colonial theories of international relations and work on the intersections of privileges and oppressions. Also very interested in media and society.
I like tall boys and piercings and kit kat bars and late night philosophical discussions are kind of my thing. I have white privilege and cisgender privilege. Please call me out on my privilege if you find it necessary.
my makeup aesthetic: to terrify you or inspire you to tears. i don’t care if you want to fuck me
(via femmeandfierce)@8 hours ago with 134 notes
I love women who can acknowledge their own beauty along with everyone elses. Like heck yeah I look good, and so do you madam, oh you too gurl, DAAAANG work it sister.
(via themindislimitless)@8 hours ago with 1850 notes
My mother tells me
that when I meet someone I like,
I have to ask them three questions:
1. what are you afraid of?
2. do you like dogs?
3. what do you do when it rains?
of those three, she says the first one is the most important.
“They gotta be scared of something, baby. Everybody is. If they aren’t afraid of anything, then they don’t believe in anything, either.”
I met you on a Sunday, right
one look and my heart fell into
my stomach like a trap door.
on our second date,
I asked you what you were afraid of.
“spiders, mostly. being alone. little children, like, the ones who just learned how to push a kid over on the playground. oh and space. holy shit, space.”
I asked you if you liked dogs.
“I have three.”
I asked you what you do when it rains.
“sleep, mostly. sometimes I sit at the window and watch the rain droplets race. I make a shelter out of plastic in my backyard for all the stray animals; leave them food and a place to sleep.”
he smiled like he knew.
like his mom told him the same
“how about you?”
I’m scared of everything.
of the hole in the o-zone layer,
of the lady next door who never
smiles at her dog,
and especially of all the secrets
the government must be breaking
it’s back trying to keep from us.
I love dogs so much, you have no idea.
I sleep when it rains.
I want to tell everyone I love them.
I want to find every stray animal and bring them home.
I want to wake up in your hair
and make you shitty coffee
and kiss your neck
and draw silly stick figures of us.
I never want to ask anyone else
No sympathy for rapists, no sympathy for abusers, no sympathy for those who side with them. No excuses for their behavior, no justifications, no exceptions.
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