nebula wannabe.


Quite possible the greatest tweet ever written. 

fukkin kill me


If you’re protesting abortion, the Supreme Court says you can get right in women’s faces and scream at them on their way into the clinic. Because freedom of speech.

But if you try and protest the murder of a black man, you get tear gas fired at you.

(via potatofaceblindman)


me at all my haters

"Day 2: The giant horse-dog still hasn’t noticed me." [thats_absrd]

I’m crying

Anonymous said: It terrifies me how Emma Watson gave a speech on feminism that was so carefully geared not to offend the sensibilities of men, and they still threatened her with violence and exposure in a horrifying way. These men don't hate feminism, they hate women plain and simple




I think it’s a defining moment in the radicalization of young women when they realize men, as a class, absolutely and violently hate them.

I am probably just feeling paranoid tonight, but the fact that men respond to women who only seek EQUALITY, not supremacy, with such brutal hatred and violence and vile rhetoric really scares me. It makes me feel like if we ever rise up en masse, men will lash out in a wild, blood-soaked wave of panic and misogyny against us.

And people wonder why so many women don’t identify as feminist or purposefully ignore sexism and misogyny—it’s a survival mechanism.

It’s not justifiable, but it’s understandable.

When the universe began,
everything spun from out from some holy center.
To this day I swear I see
that God Particle buried in your left pupil.
When the universe began,
there were stars, and the stars became us,
and we went into orbit.

I remember spinning.

We are all made of stars,
and some of us are made of the same ones
and no matter how many orbits we spin out of
we will always come home to the same galaxy.

Nothing that begins in motion
can ever keep still, and although
it may not be possible to satisfy this last criterion,
I believe we can make the earth revolve around the sun
for the first time since Copernicus.

I believe in spinning.
I believe in the twist of your tongue
and in cyclical things like me,
and your good hand holding my good hand
three blocks from where we met.

Everything comes back to the center.
The earth is spinning around the sun again
and the tilt of your neck as you lean in to kiss me
is exactly 23.5º and we
are the creators of the universe.

I love you like nebulas colliding, like galaxies
spinning in and out of existence.
You blinked and started the universe turning,
but there were moments before this,
where I was with you.

I remember spinning.

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