❝ From 18 to 22 you meet a lot of temporary people. ❞

— (via tattyz)

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❝ I love it when women love themselves.
I love it when women are learning to love themselves.
I love it when women inspire other women to love themselves ❞

— (via nyu-tah)

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❝ I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you. ❞

— Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade (via mercurieux)

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❝ A real man doesn’t treat women like a buffet
A real man works on lowering his gaze when beautiful women walk by.
A real man keeps his interactions with women short, cordial and to the point and doesn’t let it go longer so flirting and dirty thoughts can come into the mix. If a man is married, he stays faithful and doesn’t leer his eyes elsewhere – and that includes the TV, the internet and magazines.
A real man is respectful to his wife, both in public and in private.
A real man does not raise his hands to his wife no matter what the case is.
A real man doesn’t point out his wife’s flaws and treat her like a second-class citizen.
A real man treats every female (that isn’t his wife) he comes in contact with in the same way he treats his mother or sister. ❞

— (via islamicrays)

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vilicity:

Words by Iain S. Thomas

vilicity:

Words by Iain S. Thomas

manasaysay:

rabbrakha:

Parineeti Chopra responds to a male reporter who claims to know nothing about periods (menstrual cycle). [X]

SO IMPORTANT.

I started my period when I was 10 years old. But we didn’t tell my grandma for three years because she subscribed to the “old traditions”, where a woman on her period could not enter the house, not even to bathe. Where she had to sit outside in front of the house (where the whole village could be witness to her shame and isolation) for the entire duration.

My friend started her period unexpectedly while we were at our local temple (in America) for dance class. Asking around if any of the parents had pads (all of them apologized and acted like adults about it), I thought surely the front office has a first aid kit. Don’t they have pads? When we asked, not only did they not have any, when one of the women gave one from her purse, the head secretary told us “There are men who need to use the first-aid kit, ya? So we don’t keep period things there.” Not even ibuprofen (which has so many more uses than period pain).

There are girls in India and Nepal (and other places, but I just read an in-depth piece about the situations in Nepal) who have to go to the “period hut” when their period comes and not leave until its over. They can’t wash and dry their cloth pads in the daylight, so they do it at night when the pads won’t dry properly before their next use, making them vulnerable to infection.

It is incredibly important, especially in India, to break the taboo surrounding periods. Break the secrecy around an event that happens to almost every woman, every month for literally half of her lifetime. Break the hiding, break the cover-up, break the SHAME.

Just break EVERYTHING. So little girls can go to school every day of every month without feeling ashamed. So women can work every day of every month to provide for their families without being glared at. So single fathers can confidently take care of their daughters’ health. So that women can talk about how terrible their period is or isn’t and give each other advice on how to deal with it without looking around to make sure men aren’t listening.
So that Whisper doesn’t have to be called Whisper, it can be called SHOUT. It can be called PROUD. So that we don’t NEED to fucking WHISPER about our bodies and our health.

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❝ Yo quería dar todo antes de que la muerte llegase, quedarme vacío, para que la hija de puta no encontrara nada que llevarse. ❞

—  Eduardo Galeano, Días y noches de amor y de guerra (via littrature)

…para mí la esperanza es una cosa que tengo cuando me despierto, que pierdo en el desayuno, que recupero cuando recibo el sol en la calle y que después de caminar un rato se me vuelve a caer por algún agujero del bolsillo. Y me digo: ¿Dónde quedó la esperanza? Y la busco y no la encuentro. Y entonces, aguzando el oído, la escucho ahí, croando como un sapito minúsculo, llamándome desde los pastos.

La tengo, la vuelvo a perder. A veces duermo con ella y a veces duermo solo. Pero yo nunca tuve una esperanza de receta, comprada en una tienda de corte y confección, una esperanza dogmática. Es una esperanza viva y, por lo tanto, no sólo está a salvo de la duda, sino que se alimenta de la duda.

— Eduardo Galeano (via hachedesilencio)