There’s no point to a guy yelling, “Hey sexy baby” at me out of the passenger window of a car as it speeds past. Even if I was into creepy misogynists and wanted to give him my number, I couldn’t. The car didn’t even slow down. But that’s okay, because he wasn’t actually hitting on me. The point wasn’t to proposition me or chat me up. The only point was to remind me, and all women, that our bodies are his to stare at, assess, comment on, even touch. “Hey sexy baby” is the first part of a sentence that finishes, “this is your daily message from the patriarchy, reminding you that your body is public property”.
'You've got a way of picking up things you don't quite yet own.'
I am fire *pant pant*
I am death.
you ruined my life
you mean improved your life
"Your passion is contagious" is by far one of the best thing you could ever say to me.
a show is only as good as its filler episodes
and avatar: the last airbender was on a whole other level
how dare you bring this back
'Oh feebee lay…'
me after 82 failed selfie attempts
So I was talking to my friend about colouring books and she showed me this one.
And then there was this page.
And finally this absolute gem!
How amazing is this book?! I want one.
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