24 3 / 2014

The blood on your hands.

The blood on your hands.

25 2 / 2014

22 2 / 2014

22 2 / 2014

kar-kat-dennings:

sktagg23:

I am SICK and TIRED of people objecting to seeing women using their breasts for what they are actually for. BREASTFEEDING IS NOT VULGAR OR OBSCENE.

OH MY GOD at a shopping centre near me a lady was breastfeeding in the food court and got asked if she would “like to go and do that in the bathroom” because what she was doing was considered offensive and unhygienic.

I’ll say that again.

A WOMAN WAS TOLD TO BREASTFEED HER BABY IN A TOILET BECAUSE WHAT SHE WAS DOING WAS CONSIDERED "UNHYGIENIC".

(via xbutterfly-kissesx)

10 2 / 2014

08 1 / 2014

I’ve always had a strong fear of railway stations and underground stations. Or, more specifically, the tracks, the trains and the people that decide to come between them. I have no idea why. I’ve asked my mother multiple times whether I was ever witness to anyone either jumping or falling onto train tracks as a child. She says no. But this fear feels so specific that I have trouble accepting that answer. I’m convinced that she’s forgotten something. Or perhaps she didn’t see. Perhaps there wasn’t anything to see. Maybe it was something I heard on the news as a toddler. It messes with me every time I am at a train station. It’s not like I break down into a hysterical panic attack. It’s something I can contain until I’m on the train and no longer standing there, waiting. Because I am waiting. And watching. I watch everyone, noticing those people who seem to think they’re daredevils and like to loiter well past the marked line. It’s usually young guys who are clearly trying to prove something to the world. And I want to grab them and ask them if they have any idea how anxious they make me. The worst part, however, is that moment when the train is finally approaching. Especially if it’s a high-speed train that is just passing through, or an underground train. Those are the ones you’d jump in front of if you were going to jump. Sometimes I close my eyes. 

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01 12 / 2013

01 12 / 2013