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“That’s how we let it happen. When they slaughtered Congress, we didn’t wake up. When they blamed terrorists and suspended the Constitution, we didn’t wake up then, either. They said it would be temporary. Nothing changes instantaneously. In a gradually heating bathtub, you’d be boiled to death before you knew it.” — Offred
I am so obsessed with this show.
Why didn’t you ever run for office?
look: the right people will get it. the right people will see you and appreciate you for the person that you are. the right people won’t require you to dilute, censor, or edit yourself in order to be worthy of their time and affection. you don’t need to waste your time on people who are committed to misunderstanding you
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why dont we ever talk about how movies condition girls to associate glasses and curly hair with ugliness because that is so fucking damaging to young girls who grow up seeing girls who look like them always be the “before” of every makeover
read this post. read it again. read it two more times. read it aloud. i want this to be ingrained into peoples’ minds
This is true. And growing up hearing “have you ever tried contact lenses?” or “ever thought about straightening your hair?”, usually said like they had just discovered a solution to this huge problem that I never said I had. To this day, people are surprised when I reply that I love my curly hair and my glasses. How dare I love my “before” self, right?
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Advice I definitely wish my younger self had followed.
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men are allowed to be so mediocre it’s insulting on the deepest level
Would you unfollow me if I reblogged this every single day? That is how often I think it.
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I find comfort in knowing that people who I’ve cut out of my life are left with this version of me that simply doesn’t exist anymore. The memory and image of me that they have isnt who I am, and I’m happy that it’s that way. I’ve changed and grown and they wont ever get the chance to know the better version of myself that I’ve become during their absence.
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