Wata’ame (candy floss, and/or the rain from fluffy clouds), 2011, Oil on canvas, pigment, charcoal, graphite 180x180mm
"Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage."
— e.e. cummings
(Source: richmondcee, via upoverthefields)
how do I block all of these terrible people from my blog stop reblogging my posts.
yeah but we def don’t need feminism it’s those men that need liberation from us nasty women.
"It's like when I read your posts I get crazy pissed off. Not at you or your opinions but for I know what you mean. I support your opinion actually. I have a friend who's a total creep. In my opinion, hates women. He has to make a comment about literally every girl that we see. I sit in silence because it is so awkward. It's horrible. I confronted him about that and he said it's not like I'm saying it to them. Well, it's what you're thinking. Why does it make a difference if you said it or not?" - itsmebillyfuckinggee
it’s just frustrating because when I make posts about that, I’m not pulling it out of my ass. those are real experiences I’ve had. I’ve been grabbed, touched, followed, and harassed more times than I want to say and I talk about I get shut down because “what about men?” some things aren’t about catering to men’s feelings. don’t downplay my experiences because you think I’m making it all up.