My name is Brittany, and I am 17 years old. My family and friends are my world, and all my feelings are expressed through my art. Feminism, support, and my struggles to recover are the basis of my blog, as that makes up most of my life. If you are a happy go lucky person, i advise you not to look any further, merely hit the back button and move on. For this page is going to be my sanctuary, the place i let it all loose without restraint. so watch out, because the Silence Is Over.
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Watch out, you might just fall further into my spell :) <3

 

It’s like drowning but you just won’t fucking die.

Urban Dictionary definition of unrequited love  (via bloodend)

(Source: wuyeetfan)

I am not Mike Brown. I am white. I am middle class. I am female. I am small. I am not considered a threat. When police see me they see someone who looks like them. They see their mothers, their daughters, their sisters, themselves. I am not at risk of being shot by police for existing while black. I am not at risk of being shot while unarmed. I am not at risk of being shot while armed with nothing more than a BB gun. I am not at risk of being shot for reaching for my wallet. I am privileged.
But I am outraged. And if you aren’t outraged, then you aren’t paying attention. This is America in 2014. This is our reality. It’s so easy to get jaded and to ignore these atrocities, to act like this doesn’t affect us. It’s so easy to get apathetic. In the past it was the youth who protested. Where is the rage of the youth? Where is our rage?
Like I said, I am not Mike Brown. But I am outraged.

Someone once asked me, “Why do you insist on taking the hard road?” I replied, “Why do you assume I see two roads?”

(via cierrafrances)

(Source: shion-noelle)

disembodiedangelfeet:

sometimes I realize there are people on my dash heavily burdened with horrible things

bad relationships

mental illnesses

dangerous situations

and I just desperately hope that you’ll be okay, you’ll find the strength to continue and do the right thing for yourself, you’ll make it through and be happy

all of you

(Source: castielscheesecake)

i-am-an-architect:

socially transitioning pre-T is so awkward because you try so hard and you get to that point where you look kinda like a guy but some people have to ask if you are a boy or a girl and then you speak and they just think you are an extremly butch lesbian and it doesnt help when people you know use the wrong pronouns all the time.

bewbies:

in case nobody has told you today: you are hella bomb, hella cute, and anyone would be hella lucky to have you

cisandhetphobia:

Dear fat girls wearing crop tops: please. Continue. Don’t let anyone tell you you can’t. You’re so fucking cute!!! You look absolutely fabulous, if I might add, and your self worth isn’t determined on how men see you.

Poem

willouj:

I never thought about my hips

until they went away.

I never thought about my breasts

until I bound them.

I never thought about the hair on my arms

until I grew more.

I never thought about the depth of my voice

until it resounded like the ocean.

I never thought about my reflection

until the day I saw myself in the mirror.

I never thought about me

until the day I chose to not be who you wanted,

and to be who I am.