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Older boys turn into predators around younger submissive girls because they only see us as sexual pray.

Mine 🖤

Tart (2001)

Belle de jour (1967)

"there's a sweet little thing screaming inside me"

I just wanna be sweet I just wanna be nice I just wanna stay calm I just wanna be gentle I don't wanna be hard I don't wanna be sexy I don't wanna be cool I don't wanna be clever I wanna be a nice girl

cassie howard and the male gaze

Cassie is showing the damage not having a stable father figure and understanding between love and lust can do to a person. Cassie is shown to be very sexual but not in the way Maddy is, maddy understands how to use her sex as power she also knows what it means to men. Show by the fact she lied to Nate telling him she was a virgin making him feel as if he was in control. Cassie on the other hand is know for being sexual and sleeping guys claiming to love her. She is so trusting of these men she gets herself pregnet in the first season of the show. This to me show what not having that proper father in your life can do to you. Cassie never had a loving father to explain what real love from a guy was like. cassie mother was still bitter from her father leaving so she never showed her daughter the right way to love. When can even see this in lexi. Lexi isnt as confident about her sex life or body, cassie uses sex as a way to cope and lexi uses anything but sex. After see her father drunk she is afraid of men and what they can do. Cassie always tried to see the best in their dad while lexi saw the reality.

And probably the most famous and most obvious example of Cassie effort to please the male gaze come to her 4 am beauty routine. we see Cassie try to emulate both Jules and Maddy to win Nate never really showing her true self. She gives him everything he could want, and he still longs over Jules and Maddy, this proves my point that even if you clean yourself up and dress for a man you cannot hide your brokenness and lack of depth.

Cam queen 📸📷

Rihanna in 2005⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚

naomi 💋

i want a bae so bad bro i cant deal with this loneliness </3 so close to manifesting one fr like

All the pretty stars shine for you, my love Am I that girl that you dream of? All those little times you said that I’m your girl You make me feel like your whole world

when oscar wilde said "i'm tired of myself tonight, i should like to be someone else' and when sylvia plath said ''i wish i knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart" and when rilke said "this heavy humanness" .

Everytime I read NK Jemisin's work it makes me believe I can do anything with enough hope and rage for the future.

Laura harrier

I hope to see her at the met gala this year

How do you fall back in love with life?

clean your room.  clean space, uncluttered space, space that doesn’t have miasma clinging to it can work wonders.  clean the dishes.  sweep.  take out the trash.  peel the clothes off the floor and wash them, and then actually fold/hang them.  take a long shower.  scrub behind your knees.  brush your teeth.  (this can be utterly exhausting, but try to get it done in a day, if you can.  the end result is worth it.)

pull out your notebook.  it doesn’t need to be a new notebook, but preferably one that you don’t usually write in, or that you haven’t touched in a while.  fuck moleskins.  the yellow legal pad will work fine.  sit in your room, or in the park, or in the library, and write a list.  count clouds.  describe all the colors that you see, and note patterns that arise.  sketch the cracks in the walls.  note the shape light makes when it enters a space.  talk about what the air tastes like, smells like.  what sounds are there?  even the white nose, break that down: air planes, fans, cicadas, anything.  remind yourself that you are sitting in the middle of a space brimming with detail.  remind yourself that you are not in nothingness and emptiness.  your world is fathomless.  it has potential.

drink cold water and try to eat something that isn’t processed.  it does not need to be fancy.  buy yourself an apple with the change between your couch cushions.  eat it outside.  if you’re someone who walks, walk somewhere afterwards, just to stretch your legs.  take your fucking meds.  remember that its a good thing that you are inside your body.  your body is a fantastic and endlessly intricate machine, and even though society has smacked a bunch of poisonous ideas on it, that doesn’t change its inherent worth and splendor.  take care of it.

read a novel.  underline your favorite lines, and write phrases that twist your heart inside your chest on the back of your hand with an ink pen.  read a novel like it’s poetry.  read poetry, something decadent but unpretentious.  watch a movie you haven’t seen before.  if there are free art galleries near you, walk through one.  take your time.  let yourself bask.  if there are patterns in what makes your soul ache, write those patterns down – marbles arches or soot crumbling bricks or dandelions or descriptions of dresses or whatever it is, write them down.

your chosen family is important.  remember, they picked you as much as you picked them.  the love has no obligation.  it is given freely and it is given from a place of compassion.  you are not a burden.  if you need to breathe, take a minute by yourself and just exist, but remember to go back to your people.  when they need you, listen and be gracious.  always be gracious.  the universe sometimes remembers things like that.

listen to new music.  link jump on youtube or related artist jump on spotify or ask the chap beside you in the cafe what their favorite band is, and listen to that.  listen to something that you don’t usually listen to.  we tend to tie up a lot of memory with music.  we are falling in love again.  the soundtrack needs to be specific to that.  

allow yourself to indulge in romantics.  press flowers in old books.  play movies with subtitles and mouth the words.  dance in your room.  wear something that makes you feel good, even if you wouldn’t wear it in public.  write your chosen family letters, even if you hand deliver them.  write poetry, even awful poetry.  revel in its awfulness.  eat dark chocolate and when your chosen family want to go out, try to go out with them sometimes, even if its just to the market.  

He'd die for her he loved her so much he doesn't know what he'd do without her

Sometimes I wish to be a different person

I just hope if you are reading this you know you are amazing and gorgeous in ever way. I personally have been feeling really insecure about my acne. I hope things are better for you. And feel free to vent to me.

A poem for black girls

Her hair is blonde yours is brown 

your hair curls up hers flows down

Her eyes are blue yours are brown 

Her eyes are like the ocean 

Yours are like the ground 

Your skin is brown just like the 

Ground hers  tan just like the sand 

Her eyes are blue your are brown 

Her eyes are like the ocean yours are like the ground

The same ground that rotes everything around 

It never stop growing that it does not 

But the ocean with one day stop to rock

Her eyes are blue yours are brown But in the end, you both were the same crown 

This poem was met to tell a black girl that just because you're features may be darker does not mean you do not have value.