by Ashley Le Quereo

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”.


You turn me on. Then I take you. Right there. Just like that.

Harder. Faster. Better.



nothing will fuck you up as much as the realization that there’s no real reason the alphabet needs to be in order




Lana Del Rey

What if I wanted you back? What if I told you the spare key is still under the doormat? The key I failed to move because I secretly hoped you’d find your way back home. I do forgive you. I don’t know why, but I do. Actually, I do know, I fucking love you. Always have and always will. So I have a proposition for you, tonight I will leave our front door unlocked. If you truly feel I’m still the man for you, join me where you loved me most. Hold me close. Do not apologize, I want dry eyes and tamed fear. All I need is your cheek placed on your favorite spot on my back. I hope I’m still your favorite pillow. We can clean our shattered hearts and broken egos in the morning. I will mend all of your cuts and bruises but I’d like to keep mine. Every mark a symbol of victory over our previous mistakes. I’m sure the love lost will not be hard to find but it will take time. When it comes to you and I, I’m thinking more like forever. The figure eight sideways is what I hope we will spend together. So if you think I’m jumping the gun, start your race now and run. Just know I’m done chasing. I’ll have reached my finish line tonight; I just hope the ribbon is held by you. If not, I guess I’ll have to realize I was always your number two.

— collab pt. lll - sep (via es-py)

This makes me feel emotions. :/


mermaidskey | hemipelagicdredger | mermaidskey | mermaidskey | oxidoreductase:

Lavoisier is having none of your shit.

Heeeey so fun fact: the woman in that painting is Lavoisier’s wife, Marie-Anne Pierrette Paulze, who not only acted as Lavoisier’s lab assistant but also translated English and Latin texts into French so he could read them. But she didn’t just translate, she pointed out errors in the chemistry in some of the texts. Her observations of these errors convinced Lavoisier to study combustion, which led to his discovery of oxygen. She was also critical to the publication of Lavoisier’s Elementary Treatise on Chemistry in 1789. She kept strict records of every experiment they conducted together and drew detailed diagrams of all their equipment. She also threw amazing parties and invited all the brightest minds in science so her husband could pick their brains. After Lavoisier was guillotined she secured all of his notebooks and equipment for posterity.

Also, a side note: My historian husband-to-be pointed some things out to me about this painting. Notice that Madame Lavoisier is looking at the viewer, and all the light is on her, while Lavoisier himself is physically smaller than her, in shadow, and looking up to her in reverence. This isn’t a candid photograph- all of these choices are deliberate. The painting isn’t of Lavoisier- Madame Lavoisier is meant to be the central subject. 
I can just imagine Lavoisier telling all his colleagues that his wife is really the one with all the clever ideas, and them patting him on the back and telling him he’s sweet for saying so.

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Anonymous asked: Sorry, but what;s the difference between transexual and transgender?


transsexuals hang from the ceiling and transgenders grow up from the ground