lacigreen

lacigreen:

squidsqueen:

What makes me so happy about this is that she isn’t telling you you must love your body or that you are obligated to. She saying you have permission to. And that’s important, because there are a lot of reasons why people have trouble with self-love.  But the idea that you aren’t supposed to love your body, that you aren’t allowed to for whatever reason, needs to be crushed. If you can’t love you body right now, if your body causes you pain or disphoria or distress, you aren’t required to love it. But you are ALLOWED to. You are entitled to the chance to make peace with your body, if you ever reach a point where you are ready to. No one else should be trying to stop you.

beautifully said ^

I am what many would call, often as accusation, a ‘non-believer.’ It’s a charge I consider unfair. Because all of us, no matter the connection we feel, or don’t, when sitting under the stars, or feel the world closing in, doing what comes naturally, or rearranging the furniture…All of us believe in something. I believe in many things. I believe in first impressions, and second chances. For strippers, priests, and hopeless, hapless sisters. I believe in telling the truth to people you love at every possible turn, and lying, just a little, at what seems the appropriate time. I believe in finding people you’d run through a brick wall for, and making sure they know it, if in not so many words. But mostly, I believe in justice. Sweet, straight, and otherwise. Justice.
Mary Shannon, ‘In Plain Sight’

"Let’s not refer to them as ‘innocent.’"

"They were innocent."

"What if he kills a prostitute next? Or a woman walking home drunk late at night in a short skirt? Will they be in some way ‘less’ innocent, therefore less deserving? Culpable? The media loves to divide women into virgins and vamps. Angels or whores. Let’s not encourage them."

Stella Gibson and Jim Burns, ‘The Fall,’ Season 1, episode three.
randomfixations
If you wanna call me, call me, call me.
You don’t have to worry ‘bout it baby.
You can wake me up in the dead of the night;
Wreck my plans, baby that’s alright.
This is a drop everything kind of thing.
Swing on by I’ll pour you a drink.
The door’s unlocked. I’ll leave on the lights
Baby you can crash my party anytime.
Crash My Party by Luke Bryan (via travelingthrutwistedtransitions)