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the beauty of women is something I think of often. how can someone be born so divinely 🍃
Kindly, step on me?
I have come to the realization that I have not shown enough love this week. Thus, I shall proceed to simp.
Women <3333333!
That's the post.
Hi, I would just like to share that in English class, our teacher asked us to pick an issue we are interested in and/or passionate about for our essay for our month-long project.
Once we all picked them out, she asked us all to put them in this google doc for her to approve. As I'm scrolling through, I see issues like;
Environment
Human Rights
Homophobia
Gender Inequality
Mental Health
Racism
Rape
Corruption in the Government
I'd like to inform everyone reading this that me and my classmates are 12-13 years old, and we have thoughts on these things. These are matters that have been debated for years by adults, some of which are less educated on said issues than us. Yet we have real solutions and ideas based on solid, thorough research.
And for the cherry on top, this isn't something we're not excited to do, or we consider a ‘boring assignment,’ We talk about these things during our free time, during lunch and outside of school.
Maybe this is something for people to think about. That we, a group of 'immature,' or 'naive,' teenagers, CHILDREN have real discussions and thoughts about government corruption, rape, and discrimination.
i hate being a woman. i hate how the world will never ever see me as a human first, i will always be a woman. i hate how no matter what clothes i wear, even the slighest curve of my silhouette will always be seen. no matter how i walk, the flick of my hips will always sway along my steps. no matter what i say, emotion and vulnerability will always be heard first, before any of my actual words are even registered by their brains. no matter how much i cover my face, the gentleness of my eyes can never be buried. no matter what i do, i will always carry anything as if it would break between my hands. no matter what i achieve, my sex would always be muttered, as if a vip pass. no matter what happens, my body will always be seen as marketable, desirable, and disposable. how i can never spread my legs in a train, never disobey a man, never be a person of my own. i will always be a woman and it's a burden, a curse that i continue to live with into my entire life.
but god forbid, i will ever be not a woman. i am a woman, and i love it as much as i hate it. god forbid that i stop painting my face in beautiful colors, clothing my body with pretty, flowy, and dainty fabrics, styling my lucious locks, lending a lipstick to another person in the bathroom, collecting flowers from pavement cracks, sympathizing with people i never know, caring when i dont have to, helping even when it hurts me, admiring even the ugly, understanding lyrics from songs, memorizing poetries to the heart, crying to movie scenes no one would even care to look deep into, finding beauty in the most obscure, scary and bizzare things. god forbid i stop seeing the world in a colorful lens of care, disillusionment, empathy, innocence, curiosity, remorse, grief, embarrassment, hatred and love.
i hate being a woman i really do, but i will never leave the femininity that i have come to love, the femininity that cares and love, the femininity that the world desparately needs.
My ex (informal) hung this up in my bathroom
Elizabeth Olsen, Aubrey Plaza and Jenna Coleman. They’re more daddiest than the daddy themselves, in costume they literally take my breath away and they have literally the attitude like you know, when they are acting the manners are here.
Truthly when i saw them i lost my mind. ( when they wear suit i die my soul left my body)
Like every supporter of the F1 Academy series (at least from my perspective), I was incredibly greatful for the opportunity to watch the stream live on yoube. Unfortunately, my experience was absolute (apologies for the lack of a better word) sh*t because of the chat.
I suppose it's easy to catch up on the series on twitter since you can easily block the mis*oginist and borderline p*rverts, but the live chat was really something else. As a Max Verstappen fan, I have to say that I was very dissapointed with how some of his fans were acting. It is absolutely unacceptable behavior to be making the remarks they were. Honestly, it was far easier to believe that they were made by 14 year olds with nothing better to do with how immature and insentive the remarks were. While some comments were plain mis*gon*st, others were on the cusp of becoming threats. Around lap 5 or 6, I even saw the most disgusting remark, blantanly diregarding the health and safety of the drivers. For transparency's sake, the admin unfortunately blocked a replay of the comments; however, for the sake of the drivers, I suppose it was fortunate that they didn't have to see it (again, I really hope so).
It shouldn't be too hard to support any demographic on motorsport. Liking Formula 1 and liking another series is obviously not mutually exclusive. Supporting female drivers does not demean the talent of their male counterparts and vice versa. I really do not understand the amount of hate this series gets because all I see is a community of young female drivers with dreams to compete in one of the highest levels of motorsport, all seemingly enjoying doing so (if the multitude of videos we get are to be believed).
People may have different views on the series. Personally, I am grateful for the opportunity it gives female drivers. In the hands of Suzie Wolff, I am hopeful for a future where women will have the opportunity to enter Formula 1 and compete. We already have many examples of women being able to compete and acheive degrees of success in F1 such as Desiré Wilson and more. I acknowledge the fact that there are some scientifically backed evidence on biological factors which may complicate the debate, but isn't it wonderfful to see the greatest drivers compete against each other regardless of their demographic? Isn't it better to see everyone, regardless of their sex, push the ever-erratic limits of motorsport?
Sources (sorry, can't apa rn...it's almost 1 here in the Philippines and I need to review for finals next week...):
Photo-credits: Formula 1 Youtube channel (Screenshot from the livestream)
Some never to be finished sketches of the gals💙💚
Lesbian <3
I cannot explain how much I love being a lesbian, from the moment I realised I have feelings for girls I'm so happy that never changed, the love I have for women seems so much different and seems so much more beautiful than what my straight friends have with men.
Women are just so beautiful, I never never met an ugly woman. And even the stuff that insecure men don't like about women I love. Big noses, Gorgeous it looks so beautiful on women. Belly rolls, perfect and Gorgeous on them. Any man that feels the need to comment on women's apparences are giving 🍤, like his dick is the same size as my clit.
I love being lesbian.
I love women.
I love wlw.
I love loving a woman.
Nothing is more beautiful, and don't get me started on old lesbian romance I could talk about for hours on end.
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