brittany.
THE DAILY STRUGGLE
blairreebear:

missauset:

Civil Rights Protest prep. Hair pulling and blowing smoke in her face to prepare her for the experience of sitting in restaurants that were not willing to serve people of color. 


powerful


That’s right kids, this was on purpose. Rosa Parks was not just some old lady who didn’t want to stand up for a white man. She was a carefully selected and trained activist with a purpose for change.

blairreebear:

missauset:

Civil Rights Protest prep. Hair pulling and blowing smoke in her face to prepare her for the experience of sitting in restaurants that were not willing to serve people of color. 


powerful

That’s right kids, this was on purpose. Rosa Parks was not just some old lady who didn’t want to stand up for a white man. She was a carefully selected and trained activist with a purpose for change.

If she only wants you, don’t worry about who wants her.
Unknown  (via thatkindofwoman)

littleredrobins:

roses are red

being an adult sucks

i’m not prepared for this no one taught me how to do anything

oh god 

When my boyfriend is late coming home
HAVING SEX WITH A GUY THAT HAS NO IDEA WHAT THE HELL HE’S DOING

howdoiputthisgently:

IT’S LIKE:

We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via volaream)
I put my hand on him. Touching him was always so important to me. It was something I lived for. I never could explain why. Little, nothing touches. My fingers against his shoulder. The outsides of our thighs touching as we squeezed together on the bus. I couldn’t explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love?
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (Jonathan Safran Foer)

nomadic-wanderess:

When your hands turn from the strong willed beasts they are today, and become the embers of a withering fire, even then, I will not run. I will hold you tenderly as you pass into the night.

Sometimes we hold hands when we fuck

because we can be as rough as we want
with each other’s bodies

but me holding your hand is my way of reminding you

that I’m nothing but gentle with your heart.

i love this, this is so important (via perpetuallyrackingmybrain)