This is the one post on Tumblr that I literally will not allow myself to scroll past. Sometimes I dont even wanna reblog it anymore because its on my blog so many times, but I still do
"what can you do with an art history degree???"
Girls, romanticize yourselves. You are a queen. You are a warrior. You are an enchantress. You are a mermaid. You are a goddess. You are all of these things and more, you are the stuff of fairytales.
Women, traumatize others. You are a dragon. You are a wolf. You are a bump in the night. You are the last thing they see in the darkness. You are all of these things and more, you are the heart of their fucking nightmares.
Raleigh Becket, the most manly of men, an absolute wall of muscle was just brought to his knees by a woman half his size. Dude bros take note, because instead of being mad or even thinking it was funny, which would have undermined him taking her seriously, he’s impressed. He’s beyond impressed. He doesn’t even scramble back up after she steps back. He stays on his knees. She won the point and he’s in no hurry to try to reassert himself. His grip even tightens on the staff because there are some serious emotions going on here with him. The wandering knight just found his warrior queen and he’s trying to figure out how to process that information. He’s found the piece he’s been missing for so long and there’s a little of that last expression that looks like he wants nothing more than to throw his arms around he waist and be “thank GOD you found me because I’ve been alone so long”.
4 guys from school do the Mean Girls dance.
Ive never seen anything quite so perfect
i forget men can move their bodies like this
these guys are fucking amazing
G O L D
Well, I have said this in the past, so I hope i don’t bore you by repeating it, but I think that we live or die under the tyranny of perfection. Socially, we are pushed towards being perfect. Physically, beautiful to conform to standards that are cruel and uncommon, to behave and lead our lives in a certain way, to demonstrate to the world that we are happy and healthy and all full of sunshine. We are told to always smile and never sweat, by multiple commercials of shampoo or beer.
And I feel that the most achievable goal of our lives is to have the freedom that imperfection gives us.
And there is no better patron saint of imperfection than a monster.
We will try really hard to be angels, but I think that a balanced, sane life is to accept the monstrosity in ourselves and others as part of what being human is. Imperfection, the acceptance of imperfection, leads to tolerance and liberates us from social models that I find horrible and oppressive.