vermiculated
vermiculated:


I don’t want Betty to be made likable. No part of me clamors for some past trauma to be sloppily revealed to excuse the person that Betty became, as happens all too often in fictional works featuring a woman whose sharp edges are unappealing. I have no qualms with thorny. There is endless room in my heart for female characters who appear to be missing the warmth, the softness the world we live in expects them to have.

T McGeer, It Was A Perfect Day And He Ruined It
this is so good, though. 

vermiculated:

I don’t want Betty to be made likable. No part of me clamors for some past trauma to be sloppily revealed to excuse the person that Betty became, as happens all too often in fictional works featuring a woman whose sharp edges are unappealing. I have no qualms with thorny. There is endless room in my heart for female characters who appear to be missing the warmth, the softness the world we live in expects them to have.

T McGeer, It Was A Perfect Day And He Ruined It

this is so good, though. 

arabellesicardi
arabellesicardi:

ok im giving away a box of skincare and makeup bc i’m fed up now. i think this box has like $900 worth of stuff i don’t know i am not counting up and i’m not gonna inventory it, it is just stuff i have been planning on giving to people but i’ve been to lazy to do so 
u got some MAC, NAILS inc, MAKE, First Aid Beauty, NARS, PIXI, Clinique, OCC, Estee Lauder, Stila, maybe I will throw in INGLOT and smashbox and a candle and some face masks, i don’t…..care…..anymore…
u have 2 be usa based sorry i’m not paying for shipping anywhere else except for canada but then u have to pay for shipping. and only canada.
b followin me 
like this post
reblog this post (ONLY ONCE DON’T BE A FRIKKER)
thats it. u gotta do all these things 
even tho i say that u will probably not do all these things and i will have to spend like 2 hrs trying to figure out who really won. whatever
this giveaway ends monday at 12:01 am est 
go wild 
(obvi this tumblr is not endorsed by tumblr…blahblahblahblahablha)

*fingers crossed*

arabellesicardi:

ok im giving away a box of skincare and makeup bc i’m fed up now. i think this box has like $900 worth of stuff i don’t know i am not counting up and i’m not gonna inventory it, it is just stuff i have been planning on giving to people but i’ve been to lazy to do so 

u got some MAC, NAILS inc, MAKE, First Aid Beauty, NARS, PIXI, Clinique, OCC, Estee Lauder, Stila, maybe I will throw in INGLOT and smashbox and a candle and some face masks, i don’t…..care…..anymore…

u have 2 be usa based sorry i’m not paying for shipping anywhere else except for canada but then u have to pay for shipping. and only canada.

  1. b followin me 
  2. like this post
  3. reblog this post (ONLY ONCE DON’T BE A FRIKKER)
  4. thats it. u gotta do all these things 
  5. even tho i say that u will probably not do all these things and i will have to spend like 2 hrs trying to figure out who really won. whatever

this giveaway ends monday at 12:01 am est 

go wild 

(obvi this tumblr is not endorsed by tumblr…blahblahblahblahablha)

*fingers crossed*

guerrillamamamedicine
Discovering sex was like discovering writing. It was powerful in a way couldn’t explain. Like writing, you had to go beyond the guilt and shame to get to anything good. Like writing, it could take you to deep and mysterious subterranean levels. With each new depth I found out things about myself I didn’t know I knew. And, like writing, for a slip of a moment it could be spiritual, the cosmos pivoting on a pin, could empty and fill you all at once like a Ganges, a Piazzolla tango, a tulip bending in the wind. I was no one, I was nothing, and I was everything in the universe little and large—twig, cloud, sky. How had this incredible energy been denied me!
Sandra Cisneros, Guadalupe the Sex Goddess (via mangoestho)
arabellesicardi
Some writing doesn’t brush up against sentimentality as often as other writing. But whatever ‘bad’ edge your writing brushes up against, I think it’s important to touch it. You can always pull back from it, but at least you know where it is. It’s like when I was a dancer, we were always encouraged to fall in rehearsal, so that you could know what the tipping point of any given movement was. That way, when you did it on the stage, you could be sure you were taking it to the edge without falling on your face. It sounds like a cliché, but really it’s just physics — if you don’t touch the fulcrum, you’ll never gain a felt sense of it, and your movement will be impoverished for it.
Maggie Nelson, in response to ‘Is it important to risk sentimentality?’ in an interview with Genevieve Hudson for Bookslut (via bostonpoetryslam)
blackfeministmusic

blackfeministmusic:

Eve “Love is Blind”

Songs like this are why I miss having more women rappers. No shade to male rappers, but women like Eve made songs like “Love is Blind” which spoke so eloquently to domestic violence issues that all women, but specifically, Black women face. Unfortunately, the image of Black women as hard, neck-rolling, loud talking, and aggressive leads some to believe domestic violence is not an issue for us. However, if you look at the stats, you will see how much a lie that myth really is. 

In the sometimes, shiny and “bling” full world of mainstream rap, the messages about social and political issues that affect us all, are often lost. Eve’s “Love is Blind” was a hit that reminded us, domestic violence is still a major problem for Black women (and all women).  

Lets Talk Eyebrows

Unlike most women my age, getting my eyebrows done is a very recent thing for me. While all my friends in college lamented the fact that there was no truly great place in our area to get them waxed, I let my brows grow free and untamed. Every so often, I’d buy one of those pastel colored razors from the beauty supply store and at most shave the hairs in between that threatened to become a unibrow. On extremely special occasions, like if I was anticipating a young mans face being dangerously close to my own, I might also take off a little of the wispy hairs that grew beneath them. Otherwise it was au naturel, all the time.

Whenever I said I’d never had my eyebrows waxed, other women would look at me in horror. “It changes your face you know,” they said. “So you just let them keep growing?” I wanted to point out that they very rarely grew past my nose, so I wasn’t particularly concerned. “Are you just afraid of the pain?” they’d ask. “It doesn’t hurt at all, just one two! And it’s over.” I was offended by this last statement, because I was pretty sure I could take the pain of a little wax. I just didn’t want to.

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