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I am crying I love this too much

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The Kickstarter Needs You

Sorry to reblog from the source, but I thought the chain of comments was rather unnecessary. All that needs to be said is that this documentary examines gender inequality and how patriarchy contributes negatively to our society.

This is a feminist issue.

And anyone on Tumblr who’s too close-minded to recognize it as such due to a nonsensical blanketed hatred of men’s issues need to re-evaluate their motives.

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THESE ARE REAL AND HORRIBLE MALE ISSUES CAUSED BY THE PATRIARCHY. IF YOURE FEMINIST, THESE SHOULD ANGER YOU. IF YOU’RE NOT, HERES ANOTHER REASON TO SUPPORT THE MOVEMENT. 

have I already reblogged this? don’t give a fuck.

The patriarchy hurts everyone.

I WANNA MENTION THIS BECAUSE EVERY TIME SOMEONE MENTIONS THIS THING ABOUT SUICIDE I FEEL I SHOULD BUT IN

MORE WOMEN ATTEMPT SUICIDE

MORE MEN SUCCEED

Women are more likely to use non-lethal methods such as pills while men tend to use firearms.

Something to keep in mind.

I need feminism because the father of my children thinks his depression is invalid because he is male.

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bjokr:

introducing myself in the first day of school

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Touch

You touch me and I felt
inspired
You touch me and I felt
alive.
You touch me and I felt
human.
It takes a single touch to reassure that I do indeed exist.
It’s easy to fade into the backdrop and become slave to invisibility but your one touch broke chains that I was led to believe where otherwise unbreakable.

You touched me!!
Holy shit all you did was touch me! But here I am writing and writing until my thumbs ache and my phone comes down to a messily 3%.
You touched me and an explosion of images and colors filled the emptiness of my brain and I felt full.
For once I felt full.
For once I wasn’t starved of my humanity, I wasn’t begging to feel something, I wasn’t scraping the bottom of the barrel for a five second sensation. It all just happened.

Am I crazy? Am I losing it?
Have I grown so desperate for someone outside of myself, that I’ve allowed your fingers to boil me down to nothing but a half ass artistic spec of my former self?
Maybe.
Maybe I am crazy.
But if I’m crazy you’re a fucking lunatic because this poetic explosion, this unjustified burst of creativity has an origin.
Just don’t ever touch me again.
Written by Jabari Carter

wreck-it-mikey:

being too shy to ask for wi-fi passwords

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