is that daft punk?

it’s alarming how the rate of islamophobia is sky rocketing in Australia. I am ashamed of my fellow australian’s. There’s been horrible things graffitied on mosques, women and children harassed, both with and without weapons, almost hit by cars and humiliated in shopping malls.A lot of these people won’t leave their own houses for fear of abuse or worse. I have had friends, whom i no longer consider friends because of their crude and threatening comments made against the islamic-muslim communities. And our media just further perpetuates this unwarranted fear.




Why can’t there be a male hooter’s equivalent where male servers are shirtless and highly sexualized for their bodies and looks

Male Strip clubs. You’re thinking of male strip clubs.

No. Not a male strip club. A strip club is a strip…

au: where i am actually funny me, all the time.
the everyday sexism project

people need to get behind this. Spread this shiz like wildfire. Inside, you’ll find stories from people all over the world in regards to sexism.  it needs to stop. our voices are loudest when we speak together.

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elite-princess: where was the last place you traveled to and what was your favorite part about it?

Yay. :3

Um, Spain. To visit family a few months back. My favourite part? Everything. It’s so different from Australia, the culture here is rich, but so different. In Spain, I could walk down the street and hear the melodic tinklinkg salsa style music emanating from windows, and shop fronts. I could get a coffee and a bottle of beer in the same cafe. The food was amazing, the market’s even better, all bells and gypsy-moorish influenced accesories and clothing. The people are so lovely, and out-going; the countryside is all rolling hills and crumbling castles of ancient stones.
Whilst in Spain, I traversed the andalusian coast —which is all crystalline blue water and thick gravelly sand and quaint seaside towns— where my family reside, and travled to Ceuta (in the top of Africa via barge) and from there we drove to a small town in Morocco where we brought a lot of fresh produce. To go from a capital city in Australia, to the cities in Spain, to a small town in Morocco was quite an experience.

people need to talk to me. lovee me. Seriously though, talk to me about anything, or ask me things. idk.

(is this what the cool people do?)


I like shipping the cheerful one with the grumpy one

basically ‘sterek’.

why is it always the woman who has to see past the beast in the man? why does she always have to clean his wounds, even after he has damaged her beyond repair? why is it always the man who is worthy of forgiveness for being a monster?
I want to see the beast in the beauty.
the half smile, half snarl. the unapologetic anger. I would like to see the man forgive the monster. to see her, blood and all, and love her anyway.
beauty and the beast | Caitlyn S. (via alonesomes)