'Tell me what happens the first time you see a woman naked.'

'The first time you see a woman naked will not be like you imagined. There will be no love, no trust, no intimacy. You won’t even be in the same room as her.

You won’t get to smile as she undresses you and you undress her. You won’t get to calm her nerves with nerves of your own. You won’t get to kiss her, feeling her lips and the edge of her tongue. You won’t get to brush your fingers over the lace of her bra or count her ribs or feel her heartbeat.

The first time you see a woman naked you will be sitting in front of a computer screen watching someone play at intimacy and perform at sex. She will contort her body to please everyone in the room but her. You will watch this woman who is not a woman, pixelated and filtered and customized. She will come ready-made, like an order at a restaurant. The man on the screen will be bigger than you, rougher than you. He will teach you how to talk to her. He will teach you where to put your hands and he will teach you what you’re supposed to like. He will teach you to take what is yours.

You must unlearn this. You must unlearn this twisted sense of love. You must unlearn the definition of pleasure and intimacy you are being taught. Kill this idea of love, this idea of entitlement, this way of scarring one another.’

— (typewriterdaily)

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I’m thinking about putting this blog to the side and starting one that actually matters.

one that does more than just portray my selfish wants and thoughts.

one that means something and says something more than the regurgitated posts that clog my own feed.

I want a blog amongst blogs that seek to do something not for fame but for the heart of this entire idea of tumblr.

I want a blog for journalism’s sake.

justindion:

Fun little butterfly.

Justin Dion, Portland Oregon

the aftermath of running is like a bowl of spaghetti. face turns red like a tomato. body feels like a noodle. and ya mostly just wanna sink into the couch when you’re done with it.

neptunain:

i love losing followers. go you weaklings. you will never survive the winter

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greetings:

when u hear someone talking shit about u

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planetfuckingjupiter:

new olympic sport: the contestants must sit on their legs until they fall asleep and then run down a flight of stairs

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nevecampbell:

I just wanna s*** some d***

HOW MANY DOGS ARE YOU LOOKING TO SELL

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