But women can never be careful enough, can we? If we take naked pictures of ourselves, we’re asking for it. If someone can manage to hack into our accounts, we’re asking for it. If we’re not wearing anti-rape nail polish, we’re asking for it. If we don’t take self-defence classes, we’re asking for it. If we get drunk, we’re asking for it. If our skirts are too short, we’re asking for it. If we pass out at a party, we’re asking for it. If we are not hyper-vigilant every single fucking second of every single fucking day, we are asking for it. Even when we are hyper-vigilant, we’re still asking for it. The fact that we exist is asking for it.

This is what rape culture looks like.

This is what misogyny looks like.

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The Enchanted Forest (by Justin in SD)

This is from the Muir Woods. It’s hard to believe this place is only a few miles from San Francisco.
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Day eighty-five | Dia vuitanta-cinc
" grace " | ’ gràcia ‘
Kathmandu. November 2013
© Photography Àlex Reig 2014
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northwezt:

Yosemite, CA
Olympus om40 (FujiFilm 200)
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“Travel. As much as you can. As far as you can. As long as you can. Life’s not meant to be lived in one place.”
Unknown (via skeletales)
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Dexy's Midnight Runners - Come On Eileen

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“To live is to be
uncertain.”
Erica Jong, from You Are There (via violentwavesofemotion)
  • Person: How are you feeling today?
  • Virginia Woolf: Again, my mind vibrates uncomfortably as it always does. Actually, I am overwhelmed with things I ought to have written about and never found the proper words. I do not let myself think. This is a fact. I cannot face much of the meaning. Shut my mind to anything but work and bowls. And I wonder as I let the month run through my fingers: Can I get out of it? Out of it all? Truth is, I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin. (Isn't it all dust and ashes?) I am impressed by the transitoriness of human life to such an extent that I am often saying a farewell…and my heart currently resembles the ashes of my cigarettes; In fact, I'm in the mood to dissolve into the sky brb