Cellule de crise.
USELESS STUFF. Ugly things and no fucking cats.
dance for me flickr blug
flowerscrackconcrete:

Happy Birthday to Kim Gordon!
Bow down to the Queen of noise!
miesuku:

hatsfromhistory:

carolathhabsburg:

Beauty in riding habits. Late 1880s

She is exquisite!

This is making me so excited about the DoV event!
Fight Like a GRRRL!: Because a White Guy Said It

theoceanandthesky:

mere-khwabon-mein:

stfusexists:

uhuh-she-said:

Listen,

It does not matter what you say. As a woman, as a woman of color, as a woman of size, as a woman with large breasts or no breasts and a lifetime of experience with bucket loads of passion. It does…

"BAD GIRLS TO DO LIST: masturbate in a public washroom, write your name on the wall, spit, laugh at stupid boys and make fun of their appearance, say fuck a lot, piss in alleyways, get in the pit, say NO when you want to, say GOD YES when you want to, be true to yourself, talk about rape, make fun of your boyfriend’s favourite band, dress like a slut, comment on your own body odour, compliment yourself and other girls, stand up for yourself, don’t let people tell you how to live, cause a scene, climb fences, start crying to get out of things, insist that you control the music on your own tape/cd player, sit with your legs open, get drunk, fall over, do anything you want, do what you’re not supposed to do, admit to liking Courtney Love, admit to liking Paris Hilton, roll around in the dirt, climb hills, scream and yell, talk about your period loudly on public transit, support yr fellow badgirls sluts bitches skanks dykes whores but don’t let anyone (even another girl) push you around, love yourself through and through, tell everyone how pretty you think you are, start fights with old men, be pro abortion and loud about it, skip rocks, sleep in a tent, eat a whole cake, sing riot grrrl songs for hours, steal skateboards from boys and give them to girls, make girlmixtapes, play guitar even if you don’t know how, especially if you don’t know, have the sex you want to have, break shit, swear like a sailor, remember that punkrocknroll belongs to you!"
―(via grrrlvirus)

(Source: clementinecannibal.com)

Girl Farts: newageasfuck:Hello, my brothers and sisters! Today I have something...

newageasfuck:

Hello, my brothers and sisters! Today I have something to discuss with you.

That thing is the idea of ‘bad feminists’.

By ‘bad feminists’ I mean feminists who are in porn, wear makeup, wear the Hijab, are stay at home mothers, etc.

What you need to understand is that all of…

(Source: deathbycat)

"It’s easier to blame a woman when a man disrespects her. It’s easier to tell a girl not talk to boys or to not dress “provocative” instead of telling boys to respect girls when walking down the street. It’s easier to place fear in a woman by threatening her and putting her in her place which always seems to be locked up in a house instead of watching her succeed and make something of herself. The problem with society is that society is afraid of a strong woman who is able to take control of her own life. A woman who does not need a man or children to have value."
―(via victoriamonserrath)
obscureoddities:

Josephine Myrtle Corbin was a sideshow performer who became one of the most infamous cases of being a dipygus. This meant that she had two separate pelvises, a result of her body being halfway split down the middle as she was developing. She had two smaller inner legs that were paired with the “normal” sized outer legs; she was able to move the smaller ones, although she had said that they were too weak for walking. Entering the sideshow circuit for a few years, at the age of 19, she eventually married a doctor and gave birth to five children - with two fully-functioning reproductive systems, it was said that some of her children came from one, and some from the other. 
mollysoda:

rookiemag: Hometown Heroes
moderngirlblitz:

melloyellocrux:

don’t need you flyer by izzygator on Flickr.

love this art
the-milk-eyed-mender:

supercyd:

lolita armpit hair

oh it’s me
sexismandthecity:

If my clothes were an invitation I’d be wearing an envelope (by ebjeebies)