i am one with the wind and sky

y’all are gonna be in your thirties remembering your obsession with benedict cumberbatch from your teenage years and are going to be sooo embarassed

Mary Lambert

Mary Lambert - Secrets

❝ So please ask yourself: What would I do if I weren’t afraid? And then go do it. ❞
- Sheryl Sandberg, Lean In: Women, Work, and the Will to Lead (via larmoyante)

❝ My mistrust [of men] is not, as one might expect, primarily a result of the violent acts done on my body, nor the vicious humiliations done to my dignity. It is, instead, born of the multitude of mundane betrayals that mark my every relationship with a man—the casual rape joke, the use of a female slur, the careless demonization of the feminine in everyday conversation, the accusations of overreaction, the eye rolling and exasperated sighs in response to polite requests to please not use misogynist epithets in my presence. ❞

(via nadiaaboulhosn)

#i have a hard time dating men because i have a hard time believing men respect me

(via underwaternow)

Pretty much. 

(via fuckingrapeculture)

Source on that quote is Melissa McEwan, since no one bothered to credit her for it.

(via misandry-mermaid)


proud to be neuroatypical. proud of how far i have come. proud of how far i’ll go. proud of how my illnesses have shaped and will shape my unique perspective of the world. proud of what being severely mentally ill has done for me as a person. i would never, ever change who i am. i would never trade what i have been through for the neurotypical experience. neuroatypical and proud.

❝ I would like Martin Scorsese to be interested in a female character once in a while, but I don’t know if I’ll live that long. ❞
- Meryl Streep pulling weeds (via kazurinsky)



I want a superhero movie where the hero dies in the first ten minutes and the woman who was supposed to be the love interest puts on his costume and becomes an even better hero.

I want all of the advertising to be for the hero and none of the marketing to even allude to this death.



I can’t and I won’t get over this cat. I’m drawing it. I’m making everyone else draw it. No one can capture its majesty.

The colorful drawings are mine. The Star crew had a game night last night, and I made everyone who was there draw their version of the cat in Evon’s sketchbook. The last one is a quick doodle my friend Emily did.



Cause vintage WWI lesbians are the best lesbians.

mr pond