"Remember who loved you no matter how fucked up in the head you were."
Real life vs Societal expectations
Yeah, news flash people, boobs generally only look “perky” while in a bra. A few are super lucky and have naturally perky boobs, most don’t. And this is because, SURPRISE, boobs are intended to feed babies and it’s hard for a baby being cradled in mum’s arm to reach a nipple that’s on the other side of the boob from where its mouth is.
Think of a soda fountain machine. The spouts are all pointing down, right? So you can put soda in a cup being held under the spout? If the spout was sticking straight out, it would be really hard to get a soda out of it.
Babies need to be able to reach a nipple easily so they can eat. Ergo, nipples are usually lower and angled more downward on a naturally hanging boob, both so it’s easier for a baby to reach and so gravity can do its part in pulling milk toward the nipple.
So there you go, outright ANATOMICAL proof that boobs are not there for the benefit of men.
Thank you for that. I never realized. Thanks.
(Source: denicedenice, via filmsinthedarkofdawn)
It’s so frustrating when you’re like the only person who can see how evil and sneaky someone is and everyone else is like blind to it
"Other people are not medicine."
When you know who’s calling even though the number is blocked
When you walked around your house wearing my sky blue Lacoste
And your knee socks
(Source: arctikalex, via clandestine-words)
The best advice given to me
#I needed this advice over the summer
#I want shirts and notebooks and pens that say this in big capital lettters
#I want to shove this in my boss's face
#I want to scream this from the mountaintops
I had just turned 18, was newly graduated from high school, and somehow got an internship working for a theatre with a stellar reputation that I knew nothing about (this was a time when you applied to internship notices from a publication, not the internet). I was a Production Assistant, which meant I worked in every department, whether I was skilled or a novice, and I was assigned a run crew track for every performance. During tech for one musical being directed by Jack Hofsiss (look him up) I noticed during a scene that water had been spilled. Not sure anyone else had noticed, I grabbed a rag and waited. The stage manager called a ten and I walked towards the stage. On my way from the house to the stage I passed by Mr. Hofsiss and as my insecurity checked in (Am I allowed to do this? Am I stepping on someone’s toes?) I stopped and asked him, “Is it okay for me to go onstage and clean up that water?” He looked a bit surprised by the question - and I’m sure by the PA he didn’t even know by name - and shook his head with a definitive yes.
Unknown to me, the PSM for the production had watched this whole exchange from start to finish. I didn’t know him well at all, but he was an imposing British man who in my eyes could cut me with his words in a second if he felt like it. When we gathered in the house for the intern meeting he addressed us very pointedly and said, “There is no reason any of you should ask permission to do anything…” and he looked right at me in a way that told me, ‘I saw what you did and yes, I’m talking about you,’ but he also did it with enough subtlety that no one in the group caught it. I knew he was going to ridicule me in front of everyone for disturbing the director with my unnecessary question or crossing the line as a lowly PA. I braced myself.
Instead, he gave me (as a message to the entire group) the best advice I still hold onto today. He said:
"You have every right as everyone else to be here. Never apologize for doing your job."
When someone tells you to ease up on your safety concerns.
When someone tells you to ease up on them for repeated tardiness.
When someone tells you you’re too focused over the details of your blocking script, paperwork, or calling script.
When you speak up during a production meeting and someone gives you the stink eye for it.
When someone says your job is disposable.
When you have to approach the producers because you see the director abusing his power.
When you have to tell a director to let you do your job during tech.
When you give your opinion when everyone else is too intimidated to do it.
"You have every right as everyone else to be here. NEVER apologize for doing your job."
this is what i just picked up from the grocery store. it cost $32. Thirty. two. dollars. for 1 pineapple, 2 bags of grapes, a small container of raspberries, 1 soft drink and 2/$1 nuts….
do you know how much junk food i could have for $32? do you have any clue how much McDonald’s you can get for $32?
stop shaming fat people poorer than you or people poorer than you in general for not eating healthier. stop lying about how cheap it is or how it’s comparable to fast food. just stop.