do people wear glasses during sex or is it just like you’re blind and everthing’s a surprise
"In the beginning, it was odd to have so much attention brought to my body type. I thought, ‘Uh-oh, brace yourself.’ But everyone has been so positive. During the first season, a woman came up to me at dinner and said, ‘I just want to thank you — watching you has made me proud of my body.’ I thought, What an amazing thing for someone to say! To make anyone feel good about themselves makes me feel good." - christina hendricks
Beauty privilege is very real. None of us are imagining it, and if we aren’t born genetic lottery winners, our only option is to compensate with style, grace, and charm. Of course, none of that shit comes cheap. That’s kind of the whole point. It’s all meant to be aspirational and exclusionary. We’re supposed to feel depressed by our skin, agitated by our bodies, and anxious about our invisibility. That’s the insidious subtlety of social control.
The worst part is that we know in our rational minds that it’s all bullshit, and yet we’re still plagued with self-loathing when we can’t live up to unattainable beauty standards. No matter how much self-acceptance we achieve, we can still look in the mirror and instantly catalog all the things about ourselves that we don’t think measure up. It’s maddening. It makes us feel like hypocrites even though it’s not our hypocrisy.
He’s killin it.
Follow him. He’s great.
Give this man a cookie!
Most likely to affect the natural brunettes and black hairs of the world, the Traditional Ladystache is an army of teeny tiny hairs that form a light fluff on the upper lip. It is the most common of all ladystaches. You might be between waxes, you might have forgotten to pluck, you might just be in a classic phase of female denial. Whatever your circumstance, there’s no doubt you’ve privately googled the ”3 Secret Weapons For Fighting Your Lady Moustache” at least once.
Mhrmmm, story of my life!
"Marriage equality is essential. Love who you wish to love. Live how you wanna live."
In my stomach
Cutting me open
Through the cracks
Of the ribs
I only want
To be the sun
it’s been like two years and her impression of gwen stefani makes me cry every damn time