Mattie. 23. Philly, PA.

That's my face. Yep.

I have Cystic Fibrosis.

I really fucking love kittens.

and puppies
tattoos
reading books
writing
punk
art
movies
zombies
feminism
and letting people just fucking be people.
Also food. A lot of food.

 

diepopular:

s/o to Vincent for causing me to have this idea. your comics are so good, i reread ‘no soap radio’ today. i like it more every time i read it

Yeppppp. Pretty much my life.

diepopular:

s/o to Vincent for causing me to have this idea. your comics are so good, i reread ‘no soap radio’ today. i like it more every time i read it

Yeppppp. Pretty much my life.

It is so impossible to gauge the attention level of followers…

I’M SORRY THAT I LIKE FEMINIST RANTS AND DOGS MAKING FUNNY FACES AT THE SAME TIME AND YOU CAN’T HANDLE ALL THIS AWESOME.

Suck it.

You are terrifying and strange and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.

Warsan Shire (via 13thmoon)

(Source: winterkristall)

regoapps:

Charles Ramsey, the guy who saved the three kidnapped women, is giving up over $25,000 in reward money and giving it to the victims. Today’s lesson: Be more like this guy. Remind yourself that you’re not the center of the universe. If everyone just put themselves in other people’s shoes instead of only looking out for himself, then perhaps we’d all stop treating each other like crap. Even if you’re selfish, there’s a reason not to be. Treat others poorly, and they in turn will treat others poorly. This keeps being transferred like a disease until one day it comes back to you and someone treats you poorly. So helping others benefits you as well. The benefits are just not as immediate.

regoapps:

Charles Ramsey, the guy who saved the three kidnapped women, is giving up over $25,000 in reward money and giving it to the victims.

Today’s lesson: Be more like this guy. Remind yourself that you’re not the center of the universe. If everyone just put themselves in other people’s shoes instead of only looking out for himself, then perhaps we’d all stop treating each other like crap.

Even if you’re selfish, there’s a reason not to be. Treat others poorly, and they in turn will treat others poorly. This keeps being transferred like a disease until one day it comes back to you and someone treats you poorly. So helping others benefits you as well. The benefits are just not as immediate.

Although most boys figure out how to bring themselves to orgasm by age thirteen, half of girls do not have their first orgasms until their late teens, twenties, or beyond. Teenage girls widely agree that they get the message loud and clear that masturbation is something boys do, but girls do not, cannot, or should not. The cultural focus on intercourse tells young women to expect they will begin to experience sexual pleasure once they have sex with a man (whether or not they are even interested in sex with men). Nearly all teen boys, on the other hand, experience sexual pleasure long before they get their hands—or other body parts—into a partner’s pants. Despite the massive advances in women’s equality, young women’s sexuality is stuck in a surprising paradox. Young women are sold provocative clothes but are not taught where to find their own clitoris. Many girls give their boyfriends oral sex, but are too uncomfortable with their own bodies to allow the guys to return the favor. It is still a radical act to say that women need and deserve access to information about their own sexual pleasure—not just about the risks and negative consequences of sex.

(via compulsives)

(Source: lipsredasroses)

groundcontroltomajormio:

My beautiful Jem and the Holograms Tattoo done by the awesome Pinky Darling @ Cosmic Tattoo

Umm this is fucking incredible.

groundcontroltomajormio:

My beautiful Jem and the Holograms Tattoo done by the awesome Pinky Darling @ Cosmic Tattoo

Umm this is fucking incredible.

Played 999 times

pitcher-in-the-rye:

The Wonder Years - There, There

You’re just trying to read but I’m always standing in your light. You’re just trying to sleep but I always wake you up to apologize. I’m sorry I don’t laugh at the right times. I know how it seems when I always sing to myself in public. I babble on like a mad man. I know how it seems when I’m always staring off into nothing. I’m lost in my head again. I’m sorry I don’t laugh at the right times. Is this what it feels like? I’ve got my heart strung up on clothing line through tenement windows in mid-July. I’m sorry I don’t laugh at the right times. Is this what it feels like with my wings clipped? I’m awkward and nervous. I’m awkward and nervous.