chasing rainbows

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” -Jack Kerouac

There’s no point to a guy yelling, “Hey sexy baby” at me out of the passenger window of a car as it speeds past. Even if I was into creepy misogynists and wanted to give him my number, I couldn’t. The car didn’t even slow down. But that’s okay, because he wasn’t actually hitting on me. The point wasn’t to proposition me or chat me up. The only point was to remind me, and all women, that our bodies are his to stare at, assess, comment on, even touch. “Hey sexy baby” is the first part of a sentence that finishes, “this is your daily message from the patriarchy, reminding you that your body is public property”.


Remember when justin timberlake was in Shrek 


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Elie Saab - Paris Fashion Week : Haute Couture Fall/Winter 2014-2015

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Peony-colored dresses at yesterday’s Haute Couture show #PalaisDesLumières

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I’ll see you in the future when we’re older,and we are full of stories to be toldcross myheart andhope to die,
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I’ll see you in the future when we’re older,
and we are full of stories to be told
cross my
heart and
hope to die,

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