i like online shopping and putting everything i want in a cart then checking my subtotal and laughing and closing the tab

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Pond Steps | by Charlie Zhang.

Do not be so sweet
That people will eat you up.

Nor so bitter that
They will spit you out.

- Pashto Folk Saying (via hourae)

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I write sins not five page research papers

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Feminism is not about who opens the jar.

It is not about who pays for the date. It is not about who moves the couch. It is not about who kills the bugs. It is not about who cooks the dinner. It’s not even about who stays home with the kids, as long as the decision was made together, after thinking carefully about your situation and coming to an agreement that makes sense for your particular marriage and family.

It is about making sure that nobody ever has to do anything by “default” because of their gender. The stronger person should move the couch. The person who enjoys cooking more, has more time for it, and/or is better at it should do the cooking. Sometimes the stronger person is male, sometimes not. Sometimes the person who is best suited for cooking is female, sometimes not. You should do what works.

But it is also about letting people know that it is okay to change. If you’re a woman who wants to become stronger, that’s great. If you’re a man who wants to learn how to cook, that’s also great. You might start out with a relationship where the guy opens all the jars and the girl cooks all the meals, but you might find that you want to try something else. So try it.
- 4 ignorant delusions people have about feminism  (via ablogwithaview)

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I still wear your jumper sometimes, the one I’ve had since April.

One day in August somebody who smelled exactly like your citrus shampoo sat in front of me on the bus and I started crying.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

- Boys Don’t Cry by oxygenstyles (via gagmeniall)

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Midnight City // M83

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I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.
- Brian Andreas (via zeldawilliams)

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