my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night don’t feel as heavy.
i think we should all be rly proud of ourselves that we reblog each others selfies. like … we grew up on the idea that we had to compete with each other and to be defensive and nasty whenever another girl showed an ounce of confidence like it was a direct attack on our self esteem
now we literally encourage that shit + spread it around like that is so powerful and cool and nice and great i love you all so much
Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.
Always remember that women who call themselves feminists will be accused so many times of being man-haters, but when a man kills women just for being women, he is called mentally unwell, and a madman rather than a woman-hater or misogynist.