AcrossTheNight

Instead of saying “I don’t have time” try saying “it’s not a priority,” and see how that feels. Often, that’s a perfectly adequate explanation. I have time to iron my sheets, I just don’t want to. But other things are harder. Try it: “I’m not going to edit your résumé, sweetie, because it’s not a priority.” “I don’t go to the doctor because my health is not a priority.” If these phrases don’t sit well, that’s the point. Changing our language reminds us that time is a choice. If we don’t like how we’re spending an hour, we can choose differently.

— Unknown (via the-healing-nest)

It’s true.

(via gettingahealthybody)

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18th May 2013

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bubsdoodles:

NOPE

Fun fact: Raparigas não são criaturas irracionais. E, ter inseguranças é uma coisa de seres humanos, já agora.

Good day.

Sim. Como eu desgosto destas cenas. Sim, as raparigas são bue diferentes dos rapazes e especiais e bla bla bla -_- Eu a pensar que era um ser humano normal, como todos os outros, com inseguranças, medos, alegrias, etc. Estas coisas irritam-me porque depois admiram-se que somos tratadas como coisas estranhas que agem de forma estranha. Grrrr : |

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18th May 2013

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18th May 2013

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anactingangel:

me

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18th May 2013

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I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. Like a five-year-old, I want to close my eyes, stick my fingers in my ears, stomp my feet on the floor and scream “No! No, you cannot make me, I won’t, leave me alone!” I am, simply put, too tired. So very, very tired.

I am tired of fighting with my friends. I am tired of arguing that someone groping and slapping my butt isn’t “what I have to expect”, just because I’m at a bar, and the one attacking my butt has a drink in the other hand. I am tired of hearing “boys will be boys” and “when you’re dressed like that …” and “that’s just what guys do”. I am tired of trying to drown those sentiments in loud, repetitive no’s, screamed over and over again, till my throat is sore and my voice weak – just to hear them repeated, as soon as exhaustion threatens to silence me.

I am tired of being afraid. I am tired of seeing someone writing something offensive, sexist, racist, ageist, ableist, somewhere online. I am tired of seeing those writings getting likes and lol’s, and SO TRUE’s. I am tired of being consumed by confusion and anger, typing, typing, typing and typing a seemingly endless response, including research, links and statistics, and then hesitate clicking “submit”. I am tired of knowing that I hesitate because I am afraid of the flood of responses that will come. I am tired of knowing that I will be bombarded with lighten up’s, stop whining’s and get a sense of humor’s for so long, that I will start to wonder if I am indeed wound up too tight, a nagger and humorless. I am tired of the fact that I’m afraid of being called a cunt, even though I don’t find genitalia insulting or demeaning.

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I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. (via gingerrqueer)

Read the rest of this article - it’s perfect.

(via provoice)

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