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25th May 2013
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subtitle: what I wish I told my sister before middle school
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you will get your period one day,
and you will not feel like a woman.
you will feel like your body has betrayedevery promise it ever curled around
your little finger. this is normal.
you will get breasts soon afteror before—it’s different for everyone,
and you will still not feel like a woman.
you will wonder why they don’t looklike your mother’s, or anyone else’s, and if
you hate them for it. you will come across
someone someday and ache for them to crawlinside your body. wait. you are not
a woman yet, even though you might
feel like it now, sometimes. even thoughall of the boys in your grade get to be called
“young men.” you will have hips one day.
they are carriages for tomorrow’s generation. they tell youyour responsibility is not to yourself but to the child
blossoming like a gift. they will tell you you will have
a child. they will tell you it will be a gift. you will betold so much. you will be told how to dress for your
body type, how to be gentle in sports and sex, how to hide
a whole castle in your delicate heart and never show anyone,how to use the word “discreet” and apply it to
all of your bodily functions, how to conceal tampons
in your sleeves, how to yank at your hair until it lies flat,and how to preen the slime of your father’s disgust
with your growing body out of each of your feathers. but
no one will tell you where your clitoris isor that masturbation is not just for boys. or that
porn isn’t always what real sex is like, and that you
are actually allowed to fall in love with the folds in yourstomach that happen when you sit down.
you will have to research the word “autonomy”
by yourself. you will have to learn to love yourselfalone. you will hide your sexuality like a tooth
under your pillow until you can stop being
embarrassed about the way it was pulled from your mouth.you will never forget the iron taste of those pliers.
this is all normal.
Reblogged From geothebio
Hugh Dancy for Modern Luxury Magazines, April 1, 2012
Fine.
FINE!!
I’m going to watch Hannibal.
And then I’m going to download and watch “The Jane Austen Book Club” again
I am not watching confessions of a shopaholic though. I’m not going there for him, no.
(Source: debickis)
Behind Scene of Cloud Atlas
Q slammed the window shut just in time for the dead mouse to hit the glass. Outside, the startled owl beat his wings furiously before wheeling away. His next approach was more controlled, and he landed on the sill, staring unblinking into the flat.
“No,” Q said firmly. “You are not bringing that in here.”
The owl’s wings mantled, feathers ruffling up.
“James.”
Embarrassed, the owl ducked his head down. Q would have felt bad, but the owl still had the mouse in its beak.
Then the next window down flew open, and Alec leaned out. “Sodding hell, James. I brought takeaway. What would you rather have, mouse or pizza?”
“And you don’t get both,” Q added sternly.
Me: *desperately hopes those photos of the Sherlock filming are fake, lest it has turned into a sitcom with science fiction shit*
Martin Freeman | The Voorman Problem
(Source: freemaids)
By now, most of the Elementary fandom has probably already seen or been spoiled for the season finale double-whammy that was “The Woman/Heroine”. But just in case someone hasn’t, abandon ship now if you want to remain unspoiled, because this bit of rambling meta is going to lay out just how…
All this.
Omg I LOVED the finale! I LOVED THE TWIST.
Although I also still want one Irene Adler who smails and says Fuck You Mr Holmes and walks into the sunshine. Preferably with her cats.
But then I love the idea that she doesn’t exist.
I smiled at the realization during the episode.
I’m in love with this show.
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