Hello every beautiful person in the world (all of you). I am 17 and want to help the world become a better place than a living hell. And I love talking to people :)


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A man in the grocery store line today approached me and said, “Sir, when I first saw you I was extremely attracted to you, but then I noticed that you are a boy. How… I mean, why do you dress so provocatively?”

I responded, “Well, in today’s world the majority of the straight male race view women as objects, or something that belongs to them. I dress provocatively because it attracts the attention of men in a sexual and OBJECTIVE way. However, when realized that I am actually male, they often become confused, disgusted, upset or all of the above. By inflicting this minor emotional damaged upon the ego of a man raised by twisted societal gender norms, maybe, just maybe the individual will think twice before viewing another woman with an objective attitude and sense of belonging. No woman, belongs to ANYONE. Male or female, the equality of human beings needs to be a priority. It is something worth dressing up for.”

I AM NOT KIDDING. The woman behind me, the female cashier, the old lady bagging groceries and the woman in front of me who was talking on the phone STOPPED, …. and proceeded to gasp and clap. The man shook my hand, told me to have a blessed day and then said, “excuse me ladies, I need to visit my daughter.”

…. I was shaking by the time I walked out of the store.

- Elliott Alexzander

I REALLY love this person.

Not to mention, looking fucking fabulous. Wow.

I want you to miss me. I want for you, no matter how far you are, to always want to see me or hear my voice. To want to be near me or kiss me or hold me. I want you to miss me as much as I miss you.

Sometimes I would open my eyes when we were kissing, I would watch him and I could see it. I could actually see love—not words, not an emotion, not an abstract concept or a subjective state of mind, but a living, breathing thing.

Tiffanie DeBartolo, How to Kill a Rock Star (via feministfairyy)

(Source: simply-quotes)