story about a dude that rejected by a hot girl and the movie shows him trying to win her over and at the end it turns out the hot girl is a lesbian and she had a crush on this chubby girl the dude totally rudely rejected earlier and the two super cute girls smooch and the dude cries and no one gives a shit
white masculinity is so garbage they count moisturising their skin as feminine
Anyone know anyone looking for a roommate in Portland (OR) close-ish to downtown?
Haven’t found an apartment yet, but would love to live with some cool, clean, mature, and respectful people.
Currently looking to rent a room from someone and not looking to apply for a place from scratch. :-*
portland friends please house sashi!! and then let me come visit and smooch ya both!!
portland loves, who’s looking to make a housing change soon?
From my Limited Edition zine You Don’t Know Me, made for Sticky Institute’s Feed The Animals 2014 (now all sold out, sorry!)
More of my zines and artwork on my Etsy store <3 <3 <3
(i just found this in my drafts — i wrote it awhile ago, i don’t know how long, but i want to finally post it)
thought to myself, “how can they all still be beautiful if none of them are perfect?”
remembered that all of my friends/family/fellow human beings have flaws and insecurities that keep them from feeling beautiful every minute of every day, but that the casual observer may fail to ever notice.
i want to be these women.
all of them.
i want to be, no matter what shape my body takes, because that is space that i have a right to, and need to, take up right now. i don’t want to worry about how contortion may distort me into someone unflattering because it is still me. i still look like me, talk like me, act like me; anyone who knows me and sees me will recognize me and doubtfully think twice about the current position of my limbs in relation to the protrusion of my stomach, the indentations on my legs, or the length of my neck.
fuck flattering. flattering is for mirrors, and the checkout lines at the grocery store, and being forced to dress like i’m thirty-five. flattery is not for comfort. flattery is for fitting in, and i’m having enough trouble fitting into my own body without having to squeeze myself into an enormous society’s tiny definition of flattering.
these women fit into themselves.
and they are beautiful.
Everyone I Have Ever Slept With 1963-1995 - Tracey Emin
Everyone I Have Ever Slept With was a tent appliquéd with 102 names of the people she had slept with up to the time of its creation in 1995. The title is often misinterpreted as a euphemism indicating sexual partners and the work termed “a list of all the people that Emin has ever had sex with”, but is in fact intended more inclusively:
“Some I’d had a shag with in bed or against a wall some I had just slept with, like my grandma. I used to lay in her bed and hold her hand. We used to listen to the radio together and nod off to sleep. You don’t do that with someone you don’t love and don’t care about.”
The names include family, friends, drinking partners, lovers and even two numbered foetuses. The name of former boyfriend, Billy Childish, could be seen prominently through the tent opening. The tent was square and coloured blue; its shape was reminiscent of the Margate Shell Grotto, with which Emin was very familiar from childhood; inside on the floor of the tent was the text, "With myself, always myself, never forgetting"