beautifulsouthasianbrides:

Shymal&Bhumika Lakme Fashion Week Summer Resort 2014

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cleophatrajones:

thegoddamazon:

blackmanonthemoon:

Anyone who believes 300 years of oppression can be undone in a 50 year span does not have a basic comprehension of how this subjugation can become internalized and normalized, thus continuing to be a serious social issue

Basically.

This can never be reblogged too many times.

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reblogged from: thegeekyprincess + originally from: blackmanonthemoon.

“Do not smile back at strange men.
Keep your head down,
eyes on the ground in front of you.
Work your mouth into a straight line
that screams “no.”
Make sure your skirt reaches the knees
and your top fully covers the breasts.
Do not saunter.
Do not giggle.
Avoid dark corners.
Replay what you learned in your self-defense class.
Pepper spray fits nicely in a girl’s purse.
Keep your keys in-between your fingers,
so you are ready to open your door
or stab anybody who sneaks up behind you.
Walk quickly to avoid the second happening first.
And above all,
do not ask why you are taught
to take all of these precautions
when a man does not learn
the meaning of
“stop.”” —

So, You Want To Walk Home Alone Tonight? | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

have a happy happy international women’s day

(via conor-broberst)

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reblogged from: somethingwilde + originally from: lora-mathis.

published: 1 month ago, with: 4,858 notes
reblogged from: takeiteasyurvasi + originally from: bollywoodishtyle.
#goddaaamn #flawless #shriya saran

Most girls are relentlessly told that we will be treated how we demand to be treated. If we want respect, we must respect ourselves.

This does three things. Firstly, it gets men off the hook for being held accountable for how they treat women. And secondly, it makes women feel that the mistreatment and sometimes outright violence they face due to their gender is primarily their fault. And thirdly, it positions women to be unable to speak out against sexism because we are made to believe any sexism we experience would not have happened if we had done something differently.

I cannot demand a man to respect me. No more than I can demand that anybody do anything. I can ask men to be nice to me. But chances are if I even have to ask he does not care to be nice. I can express displeasure when I’m not being respected. But that doesn’t solve the issue that I was disrespected in the first place.

I can choose to not deal with a man once he proves to be disrespectful and/or sexist. But even that does not solve the initial problem of the fact that I had to experience being disrespected in the first place.

As a young girl, I wish that instead of being told that I needed to demand respect from men that I had been told that when I am not respected by men that it’s his fault and not mine. But that would require that we quit having numerous arbitrary standards for what it means to be a “respectable” woman. It would mean that I am not judged as deserving violence based on how I speak, what I wear, what I do, and who I am.

” — excerpt from “FYI, I Cannot “Demand” Respect From Men so Stop Telling Me That!" @ One Black Girl. Many Words.  (via fajazo)

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reblogged from: songsofwolves + originally from: daniellemertina.

black-quadrant:

surround yourself with people who

  • praise you because they mean it
  • don’t want anything but your company
  • do their best to understand you
  • you feel like you can confront if you need to
  • (know they can confront you lovingly in turn)
  • make you feel comfortable
  • stick with you through good and bad times
  • are positive influences on your everyday life
published: 1 month ago, with: 76,081 notes
reblogged from: willowtreefree + originally from: black-quadrant.

This is just a very small portion of Kalki Koechlin’s brilliant rant on the Truths of Womanhood, which she performed on International Women’s Day. This is a small part of a really powerful monologue, and you all should definitely watch it. It is beautiful and talks about how the Patriarchy is hampering the progress of women everywhere.

Full Video (x)

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reblogged from: metaphoricaloracle + originally from: hathawayroza.

published: 1 month ago, with: 1,882 notes
reblogged from: lacedinlunacy + originally from: beautifulsouthasianbrides.

bestlols:

It’s the little things, isn’t it?

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reblogged from: enchantingnagchampa + originally from: kateordie.
#cuuuute

crystallized-teardrops:

i either read for 4 hours straight or dont read for 4 months there is no in between

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reblogged from: thegeekyprincess + originally from: crystallized-teardrops.

“Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times? As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells…and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower…both strange and familiar.” — Cornelia Funke, Inkspell (via observando)

published: 1 month ago, with: 9,498 notes
reblogged from: ofpotterandwho + originally from: observando.

justanotherjewel:

iampunkassbetch:

owlturdcomix:

One more month.

RELEVANT

NYC

published: 1 month ago, with: 220,738 notes
reblogged from: ethiopienne + originally from: owlturdcomix.
#lol precisely #fuckin canada -_-

Happy International Women’s Day!

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reblogged from: stars4everblue + originally from: Mashable.
#late but still #love this

When you are hurting, there will always be people who find a way to make it about themselves. If you break your wrist, they’ll complain about a sprained ankle. If you are sad, they’re sadder. If you’re asking for help, they’ll demand more attention.

Here is a fact: I was in a hospital and sobbing into my palms when a woman approached me and asked why I was making so much noise and I managed to stutter that my best friend shot himself in the head and now he was 100% certified dead and she made this little grunt and had the nerve to tell me, “Well now you made me sad.”

When you get angry, there are going to be people who ask you to shut up and sit down, and they’re not going to do it nicely. Theirs are the faces that turn bright red before you have a chance to finish your sentence. They won’t ask you to explain yourself. They’ll be mad that you’re mad and that will be their whole reason alone.

Here is a fact: I was in an alleyway a few weeks ago, stroking my friend’s back as she vomited fourteen tequila shots. “I hate men,” she wheezed as her sides heaved, “I hate all of them.”

I braided her hair so it wouldn’t get caught in the mess. I didn’t correct her and reply that she does in fact love her father and her little brother too, that there are strangers she has yet to meet that will be better for her than any of her shitty ex-boyfriends, that half of our group of friends identifies as male - I could hear each of her bruises in those words and I didn’t ask her to soften the blow when she was trying to buff them out of her skin. She doesn’t hate all men. She never did.

She had the misfortune to be overheard by a drunk guy in an ill-fitting suit, a boy trying to look like a man and leering down my dress as he stormed towards us. “Fuck you, lady,” he said, “Fuck you. Not all men are evil, you know.”

“Thanks,” I told him dryly, pulling on her hand, trying to get her inside again, “See you.”

He followed us. Wouldn’t stop shouting. How dare she get mad. How dare she was hurting. “It’s hard for me too!” he yowled after us. “With fuckers like you, how’s a guy supposed to live?”

Here’s a fact: my father is Cuban and my genes repeat his. Once one of my teachers looked at my heritage and said, “Your skin doesn’t look dirty enough to be a Mexican.”

When my cheeks grew pink and my tongue dried up, someone else in the classroom stood up. “You can’t say that,” he said, “That’s fucking racist. We could report you for that.”

Our teacher turned vicious. “You wanna fail this class? Go ahead. Report me. I was joking. It’s my word against yours. I hate kids like you. You think you’ve got all the power - you don’t. I do.”

Later that kid and I became close friends and we skipped class to do anything else and the two of us were lying on our backs staring up at the sky and as we talked about that moment, he sighed, “I hate white people.” His girlfriend is white and so is his mom. I reached out until my fingers were resting in the warmth of his palm.

He spoke up each time our teacher said something shitty. He failed the class. I stayed silent. I got the A but I wish that I didn’t.

Here is a fact: I think gender is a difficult and personal topic and people that want to tell others what defines it just haven’t done their homework. I personally happen to have the luck of the draw and identify as a girl in a female body, which basically just means society leaves me alone about this one particular thing.

Until I met Alex, who said he hated cis people. My throat closed up. I’m not good at confrontation. I avoided him because I didn’t want to bother him.

One day I was going on a walk and I found him behind our school, bleeding out of the side of his mouth. The only thing I really know is how to patch people up. He winced when the antibacterial cream went across his new wounds. “I hate cis people,” he said weakly.

I looked at him and pushed his hair back from his head. “I understand why you do.”

Here is a fact: anger is a secondary emotion. Anger is how people stop themselves from hurting. Anger is how people stop themselves by empathizing.

It is easy for the drunken man to be mad at my friend. If he says “Hey, fuck you, lady,” he doesn’t have to worry about what’s so wrong about men.

It’s easy for my teacher to fail the kids who speak up. If we’re just smart-ass students, it’s not his fault we fuck up.

It’s easy for me to hate Alex for labeling me as dangerous when I’ve never hurt someone a day in my life. But I’m safe in my skin and his life is at risk just by going to the bathroom. I understand why he says things like that. I finally do.

There’s a difference between the spread of hatred and the frustration of people who are hurting. The thing is, when you are broken, there will always be someone who says “I’m worse, stop talking.” There will always be people who are mad you’re trying to steal the attention. There will always be people who get mad at the same time as you do - they hate being challenged. It changes the rules.

I say I hate all Mondays but my sister was born on one and she’s the greatest joy I have ever known. I say I hate brown but it’s really just the word and how it turns your mouth down - the colour is my hair and my eyes and my favorite sweater. I say I hate pineapple but I still try it again every Easter, just to see if it stings less this year. It’s okay to be sad when you hear someone generalize a group you’re in. But instead of assuming they’re evil and filled with hatred, maybe ask them why they think that way - who knows, you might just end up with a new and kind friend.

” — By telling the oppressed that their anger is unjustified, you allow the oppression to continue. I know it’s hard to stay calm. I know it’s scary. But you’re coming from the safe place and they aren’t. Just please … Try to be more understanding. /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

published: 1 month ago, with: 194,622 notes
reblogged from: paledthoughts + originally from: inkskinned.
#wow. #love this

angrypeopleofcolorunited:

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY!!!

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reblogged from: sansastark + originally from: angrypeopleofcolorunited.