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it hurts po but but but Jared!! <33333

it hurts po but but but Jared!! <33333

03.06.14 ♥ 168

senoritatejon:

I couldn’t help to draw this gorgeous lady!! She looked stunning!

Academy Awards fashion is really inspiring!! (:

03.06.14 ♥ 159

dailyactress:

Lupita photobombs Jared at the 2014 Academy Awards

Jesus and Cinderella 

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surprisedbitch:

No, you’re doing it wrong

01.31.14 ♥ 12681

Tried frog legs for the first time yesterday! It’s really, really, really good.

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"I think every woman at one point or another in their life has been called a bitch. For a long time I had a real problem with that word, I didn’t like it and I thought it was derogatory. But I’ve gotten to a place now where I’ve made a lot of peace with it. It’s been so overused and made to seem so derogatory towards woman that I’ve adapted it into an empowering feeling for myself. If I’m a bitch then I’m a bitch, if that’s what an assertive woman is to you. So I’ve sort of adapted it as a badge of honor."

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Andy Samberg poses in the press room during the 71st Annual Golden Globe Awards

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Dreams come true if you believe!!!!

Dreams come true if you believe!!!!

01.13.14 ♥ 10957

The 2014 Bucket List

I don’t want to call this my list of New Year’s Resolutions, but rather a bucket list of things that I want to accomplish this year. Read on.

I don’t want to call this my list of New Year’s Resolutions, but rather a bucket list of things that I want to accomplish this year. Read on.

  • Read more books and discover new magazines to read (and eventually develop the patience and love for reading).  For the sake of variety, I need to read more books and find new magazines to read (and patronize). But first, I need to come up with a list of books and magazines that I need to read (I’m also doing this because I’m going to take up Great Books as one of my major electives next year!!).
  • Save more money.  Ever since I opened my own ATM account last year, I would deposit my weekly savings there and use up most of my savings once vacation starts. I would blow my savings on a lot of things that I don’t need—-and as a result, I have become quite the impulsive buyer. This year, I plan to tweak my spending habits by buying more things that I need, instead of buying the things that I want all the time. That way, I could slowly kill my impulsive buying habits! 
  • Practice the art of “shopping in your closet.” In line with my second item in my bucket list, I plan to practice the art of “shopping in your closet.” Although I don’t go on regular shopping sprees, I have noticed that I have accumulated a lot of clothes ever since I started college. In order to save money, I’m going to practice the art of “shopping in your closet” and start being more creative and resourceful with my outfits. 
  • Get healthy. Being healthy is something that I’ve been consciously trying to do ever since last November, and I plan to continue that this year (even for the rest of my life). Ever since I started, I’ve been eating more vegetables, exercising more, and cutting back on junk food/fast food/sweets. As a result, I have lost a few pounds, and I feel a lot less heavier. Given these changes, I plan to maintain these healthy habits and improve my sleeping habits also (and lose 5-6 more pounds!).
  • Get focused.  As much as I would like to proclaim that 2013 was the year of self-improvement and self-discovery, I actually predict that 2014 will be more or less the same. Last year was the year where I finally got out of the couch to exercise, tried more opportunities, and worked my butt off to achieve the things that I want to achieve. Although I had a bit of a dry spell at the end of the year, I am slowly (but surely) getting myself out of it so I can continue to perform well in anything that I want to do, be it in school, org work, or my own personal goals. 
  • Be grateful.  Because of my insecurities, I often overlook the blessings and the opportunities that would come my way. I would be very insecure about a lot of things—- whether they are material things (ex. “Why can’t I get a new phone?”) or something else (“Why can’t I be as productive or as diligent as him/her when it comes to school? Should I adopt his/her study habits instead to see if it works for me?”). Although insecurities are inevitable, these insecurities eventually prevent you from going after the things that you want and being the better person that you want to be. Instead, I learned that being grateful for all the blessings and opportunities that come your way is actually a good thing, since it helps you focus on the good things that you have and building them in order to become better. I know it sounds cheesy, but there really is truth to it. This item in my bucket list is a pretty hard thing to accomplish, but I will try my very, very best to be more grateful of the things that I have and not feel very bad about the things that I don’t have. I’m guessing that being grateful is one step towards achieving peace within yourself, right?  
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Cathy is now one of my favorite impressions/characters on SNL. It’s actually quite sad that Andy Samberg left the show, but I’m looking forward to the day when he comes back as a host!! 

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flyartproductions:

I Woke Up (Venus)

The Birth of Venus (1486), Sandro Botticelli / ***Flawless, Beyonce ft. Chimamanda Ngozie Adiche

This is how I feel everyday. 

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Rape culture is when I was six, and
my brother punched my two front teeth out.
Instead of reprimanding him, my mother
said “Stefanie, what did you do to provoke him?”
When my only defense was my
mother whispering in my ear, “Honey, ignore him.
Don’t rile him up. He just wants a reaction.”
As if it was my sole purpose, the reason
six-year-old me existed,
was to not rile up my brother.
It’s starts when we’re six, and ends
when we grow up assuming the natural state of a man
is a predator, and I must walk on eggshells, as to
not “rile him up.” Right, mom?

Rape culture is when through casual dinner conversation,
my father says that women who get raped are asking for it.
He says, “I see them on the streets of New York City,
with their short skirts and heavy makeup. Asking for it.”
When I used to be my father’s hero but
will he think I was asking for it? (will he think)
Will he think I deserved it?
Will he hold me accountable or will he hold me,
even though the touch of a man - especially my father’s -
burns as if I were holding the sun in the palm of my hand.

Rape culture is you were so ashamed, you thought it would
be easier for your parents to find you dead,
than to say, “Hey mom and dad,”
It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t ask for it.
I never asked for this attention, I never asked
to be a target, to be weak because I was born with
two X chromosomes, to walk in fear, to always look behind me,
in front of me, next to me, I never asked to be the prey.
I never wanted to spend my life being something
someone feasts upon, a meal for the eternally starved.
I do not want to hear about the way I taste anymore.
I will not let you eat me alive.

Rape culture is I shouldn’t defend my friend when
an overaggressive frat boy has his hand on her ass,
because standing up for her body “makes me a target.”
Women are afraid to speak up, because
they fear their own lives - but I’d rather take the hit
than live in a culture of silence.
I am told that I will always be the victim, pre-determined
by the DNA in my weaker, softer body.
I have birthing hips, not a fighter’s stance.
I am genetically pre-dispositioned to lose every time.

Rape culture is he was probably abused as a child.
When he even has some form of a justification
and all I have are the things that provoked him,
and the scars from his touch are woven of the darkest
and toughest strings, underneath the layer of my skin.
Rape culture leaves me finding pieces of him left inside of me.
A bone of his elbow. The cap of his knee.
There is something so daunting in the way that I know it will take
me years to methodically extract him from my body.
And that twinge I will get sometimes in my arm fifteen years later?
Proof of the past.
Like a tattoo I didn’t ask for.
Somehow I am permanently inked.

Rape culture is you can’t wear that outfit anymore
without feeling dirty, without feeling like
you somehow earned it.
You will feel like you are walking on knives,
every time you wear the shoes
you smashed his nose in with.
Imaginary blood on the bottom of your heels,
thinking, maybe this will heal me.
Those shoes are your freedom,
But the remains of a life long fight.
You will always carry your heart,
your passion, your absolute will to live,
but also the shame and the guilt and the pain.
I saved myself but I still feel like I’m walking on knives.

Rape culture is “Stefanie, you weren’t really raped, you were
one of the lucky ones.”
Because my body wasn’t penetrated by a penis,
but fingers instead, that I should feel lucky.
I should get on my hands and knees and say, thank you.
Thank you for being so kind.
Rape culture is “things could have been worse.”
“It’s been a month, Stefanie. Get out of bed.”
“You’ll have to get over this eventually.”
“Don’t let it ruin your life.”
Rape culture is he told you that after he touched you,
no one would ever want you again.
And you believed him.

Rape culture is telling your daughters not to get raped,
instead of teaching your sons how to treat all women.
That sex is not a right. You are not entitled to this.
The worst possible thing you can call a woman is a
slut, a whore, a bitch.
The worst possible thing you can call a man is a
bitch, a pussy, a girl.
The worst thing you can call a girl is a girl.
The worst thing you can call a guy is a girl.
Being a woman is the ultimate rejection,
the ultimate dismissal of strength and power, the
absolute insult.
When I have a daughter,
I will tell her that she is not
an insult.

When I have a daughter, she will know how to fight.
I will look at her like the sun when she comes home
with anger in her fists.
Because we are human beings and we do not
always have to take what we are given.
They all tell her not to fight fire with fire,
but that is only because they are afraid of her flames.
I will teach her the value of the word “no” so that
when she hears it, she will not question it.
My daughter,
Don’t you dare apologize for the fierce love
you have for yourself
and the lengths you go to preserve it.

My daughter,
I am alive because of the fierce love I have
for myself, and because my father taught me
to protect that.
He taught me that sometimes, I have to do
my own bit of saving, pick myself off the
ground and wipe the dirt off my face,
because at the end of the day,
there is only me.
I am alive because my mother taught me
to love myself.
She taught me that I am an enigma - a
mystery, a paradox, an unfinished masterpiece and
I must love myself enough to see how I turn out.
I am alive because even beaten, voiceless, and back
against the wall, I knew there was an ounce of me
worth fighting for.
And for that, I thank my parents.

Instead of teaching my daughter to cover herself up,
I will show her how to be exposed.
Because no is not “convince me”.
No is not “I want it”.
You call me,
“Little lady, pretty girl, beautiful woman.”
But I am not any of these things for you.
I am exploding light,
my daughter will be exploding light,
and you,
better cover your eyes.

slk

Rape Culture (Cover Your Eyes)

everyone read this. please everyone read this.

(via shisno)

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