A woman’s place is in the revolution.
a boy and a girl are sitting together on a bench after a romantic date. “can i kiss you?” the boy says. the girl nods and the boy pulls out black and white face paint and starts putting it on her face. “you’re going to be gene simmons” he whispers.
You know what I want, babe? Cool guys like you out of my life.
Where are all the body positive white feminists at? This post has like no notes. I wonder why….
Because there is nothing we can say in the face of this woman’s courage and accomplishment. She ought to be allowed to say it and take pride in it on her own, without us taking up her light.
i’m actually a very chill person IRL like sometimes i only cry maybe once, twice a day