five sets of two hands, fingers spread wide
my best friend lying next to me squeaks out
“never have I ever masturbated”
a chortle and a shrug between the boys as they flick down their obligatory fingers
and I can’t help but feel a twinge in my stomach as my pinky follows suit
the silence in the room is thick and grey and suddenly sliced by
yes really.
have you ever experienced fun?

I pull away a hair caught in my scarlet lipstick
in my reflection I see my table mate from english class
behind me she blinks twice and scoffs
“who are you trying to impress?”
the bathroom door is closed behind her before I can ask
the last time she did something to impress herself.

before a trip to the mall
one of my friends spends two hours
perfecting her bronzer
and choosing the perfect pair of shoes
the other rubs in dry shampoo
and is out the door in less than five minutes
they are two of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen.

my father calls me beautiful through a mouthful of popcorn
as I pour a glass of milk to accompany my now third piece of leftover birthday cake
he plants a kiss on my cheek and I grin as I wipe it away.

she asks me what to do to start loving herself
and I send her away to my full length mirror
and demand to only speak to her
when she’s found something to adore
the way I did with my knobby knees
and tiger-striped hips
and big square teeth
fifteen minutes go by
and she finally points to the freckles on her nose
splits into a grin
the one that makes everyone weak in the knees
and I watch the lightbulb go off above her head
as she realizes
it’s never been her job to hate her body

i tell my sister she looks cute today
and the look on her boyfriend’s face
when she blurts out “damn right I do!”
is priceless.

I used to worry that I’d never find someone who loved me at all
and now my biggest fear
is finding someone who can adore me as much as I’ve come to.

— seven thoughts on self love that came to me before I got my driver’s license (llb)

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Leandro Erlich - Swimming Pool

Leandro Erlich, Argentina b.1973

Swimming pool 2010 Timber, swimming pool ladder, plexiglass an water

“An extraordinary and visually confounding installation…Erlich constructed a full-size pool, complete with all its trappings, including a deck and a ladder.

When approached from the first floor, visitors were confronted with a surreal scene: people, fully clothed, can be seen standing, walking, and breathing beneath the surface of the water.

It was only when visitors entered the Duplex gallery from the basement that they recognized that the pool is empty, its construction a visual trick fashioned by the artist.

A large, continuous piece of acrylic spanned the pool and suspended water above it, creating the illusion of a standard swimming pool that was both disorienting and humorous.”

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Usually when people do that “you’re special” crap I tend to roll my eyes.

But when Mister Rogers said it…


That’s because Mister Rogers meant it.

Mister Rogers genuinely cared about everyone and that’s why he will forever be the best. All of my feels.

True fact: He was considered to be one of the hardest people to interview, because he would turn it around and ask questions about the interviewer with genuine interest. Asking about their children and spouses, their dreams of the future, etc.

Mister Rogers is why we have DVR.

I’m serious. In the 1980s, there was this thing called Betamax (it was like the precursor/competitor to VHS) and people wanted to record on their Betamax, but up until that point, there had never been a device that would allow people to actually record a show in the home, so contracts had never been written with such a thing in mind (think about how Napster changed peer-to-peer or, if you’re younger than that, how anti-piracy laws have changed online video watching). And for awhile, it looked like recording shows on your Betamax or VHS would be illegal! Shows could only be watched live, the end.

So Mister Rogers went to testify to Congress.

And he said it was very important to him that Betamax recording should be allowed, because not all families could be home when Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood was on television, and he would like them to be part of his neighborhood even though their schedules ran differently, because television should be about teaching and nurturing children and the neighborhood was for every child.

Congress passed a law to allow home recording.

Oh, and if you’re not crying hard enough yet, do you guys remember how every episode he used to say something about how he was feeding the fish? Apparently he had a little girl write to him who was blind and she’d heard him talk about the fish tank but she was afraid he wasn’t feeding his fish. And so every single episode from the day he got that letter on forward, he always announced when he was feeding the fish. I don’t know when he got that letter, but I do know that I watched him my whole life until he died when I was 14, and I don’t ever remember an episode where he didn’t announce he was feeding the fish.

The day he died, my social studies teacher came in and said “I have something really sad to tell you all” and we’re like “right, here come the Civil War stories” and he told us this story about being a kid and being on Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood, because he lived only a block away in Rev. Rogers’ real neighborhood, and then he said “I just got off the phone with my mother. Fred Rogers passed away today. She’s sitting with his wife now.”

We all just sat there in complete silence and then someone said “Mister Rogers died?” and one of the girls behind me burst into tears.

We didn’t have class that day. We had a memorial service for Mister Rogers, talking about our favorite episodes and things we’d learned from him and at one point there was a spontaneous chorus of “It’s A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood” which was hilarious because none of us remembered all the words but we’d all forgotten different parts of the words, so we were all sorta fading in and out like a warped record.

You know you were a good man when you’ve got a high school football player sobbing for you.

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“I want to get more comfortable being uncomfortable. I want to get more confident being uncertain. I don’t want to shrink back just because something isn’t easy. I want to push back, and make more room in the area between I can’t and I can.”
— Kristin Armstrong  (via psych-facts)

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“Ancient moon priestesses were called virgins. ‘Virgin’ meant not married, not belonging to a man - a woman who was ‘one-in-herself’. The very word derives from a Latin root meaning strength, force, skill; and was later applied to men: virle. Ishtar, Diana, Astarte, Isis were all all called virgin, which did not refer to sexual chastity, but sexual independence. And all great culture heroes of the past, mythic or historic, were said to be born of virgin mothers: Marduk, Gilgamesh, Buddha, Osiris, Dionysus, Genghis Khan, Jesus - they were all affirmed as sons of the Great Mother, of the Original One, their worldly power deriving from her. When the Hebrews used the word, and in the original Aramaic, it meant ‘maiden’ or ‘young woman’, with no connotations to sexual chastity. But later Christian translators could not conceive of the ‘Virgin Mary’ as a woman of independent sexuality, needless to say; they distorted the meaning into sexually pure, chaste, never touched.”
— Monica Sjoo, The Great Cosmic Mother: Rediscovering the Religion of the Earth (via ynannarising)

i never ever knew this omg it’s been a long time since something on my dash was so brand new to my damn ass. omg. need to read more… (via qkazoo)

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the best moment in cinematic history

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last night a guy said to me “you are very, very pretty” and i said “i know” and he said like patronisingly “you KNOW?” and i said “you think you’re the first person to ever compliment me?” and he didn’t know where to go from there

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