Desireé Dallagiacomo - “Thighs” (WOWPS 2014)

"My thighs say: We don’t want your praise, man on the street corner… man in the parking garage… man in Walgreens while we’re buying tampons…"

Disappointed that you can’t make it to the Women of the World Poetry Slam Finals in Austin tonight? We can help! Our first video from the tournament!


i am never done watching this poem

She read books quickly and compulsively, paperback after paperback, as if she might drift away without the anchor of the printed page.
Jane Hamilton (via abagofbooks)
I’m too tired these days. My blood seems to turn into sand in my veins and it there must be enough for four sandbags with the way it drags on my movements. My eyes seem to have rusty hinges in the corners, but adding oil seems a poor choice, my vision is foggy enough as is, with out a skin like you find in parking lots after rain. The cathedral of my ribs creaks and moans as it expands, an old wooden house subjected to the heat of summer and winter together in a second.
intrinsichumanity on the chaos that’s been my life recently (via intrinsichumanity)
It is okay to want your own happiness. It’s okay to care about yourself the most. You are not obligated to sit there and smile and swallow every bit of shit everyone heaps on you. You are more than furniture, you’re more than window dressing, you’re not their shiny toy. You’re human, and you have the right to say “That was shitty of you”. You have a right to protest your own mistreatment and set boundaries for respectful interactions. The rest of the world doesn’t realize you have this right, and they will act offended and appalled when you exercise it, but it is yours.
Unknown (via quotethat)
Tears were warm, and girls were beautiful, like dreams. I liked movie theaters, the darkness and intimacy, and I liked the deep, sad summer nights.
Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance  (via laura—palmer)

Fidelity | Regina Spektor







Watch this video from Cadillac. Note a few things (actor, white, rich guy, workaholic, typical cocky American, very unrealistic). This is not a parody video, they’re being completely serious.

Now watch Ford’s response.

I can’t explain it very well just please watch both of these videos okay Ford burns Cadillac so bad okay it’s so good.

"That’s the upside of giving a damn."

You better hope winter is coming, bitch. You’re gonna need it for that burn.

Holy SHIT.

Ford fucking laying down the damn law.

Ha! Go Ford.

Oh my god, FORD


My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings.
E. Y. Harburg   (via cockkkkkkkk)


This fucking woman

You do not have to be attractive all the time - not by your own standards and not by anyone else’s (…)
You can put what you’re doing ahead of what you look like anytime, sometimes, or all of the time.
You have the right to get sweaty and dirty. You have the right to sport visible hair on your legs, your armpits, and wherever else your body happens to grow it. You have the right to walk or run or bike or skate down the street in sweat-soaked workout gear with your head held high. You have the right to grimace and make faces when you’re exerting yourself. You have the right to be unprimped and unperfumed and un-made-up.
You have the right to wear a ratty old T-shirt to exercise class. You have the right to wear Spandex. You have the right to have your hair plastered to your head with sweat or water or rain. You have the right to move in ways that mean that people are going to see your butt and your belly and your thighs and your upper arms and all the rest of it. You have the right to be flushed and red-faced and breathing hard.
You have the right to have cellulite where other people can see it. You have the right to have a belly where other people can see that too, and the same goes for sagging breasts or missing breasts or scars or an insulin pump or whatever else you’ve got going on. You have the right to tie a bandanna around your head and not think about how it looks because it keeps the hair out of your eyes when you’re concentrating. You have the right to not smile unless you feel like it, even if someone tells you to. You have the right to cause others to witness the sight of your completely unpedicured feet.
You have the right to not have to constantly manage how you look for other people’s sake. You aren’t here to decorate the world for other people. You’re here to live in it for yourself, no matter what that looks like.
Hanne Blank “The Unapologetic Fat Girl’s Guide To Exercise And Other Incendiary Acts”