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2014 is not a good year to be a teenage girl. The last of the 90’s kids are growing up and we are starting to see the effects of being raised with the Internet. For generations before us, hormonal teenage boys looking for sexy images of women had limited options; they could brave the embarrassment of going to the counter and buying Playboy, they could look through their sister’s Cosmo or they could use their imagination. Porn today has rid itself of the embarrassment-factor by embracing the anonymity of the World Wide Web; Playboy isn’t really considered to be porn anymore, the real stuff lives in your phone, on your laptop, your tablet; it is available anywhere, anytime at the touch of a button. In fact this very website receives a steady stream of hits that result from someone googling some combination of ‘housekeeping porn’ + ‘sex’, ‘lesbian’ and/or ‘rape’. As you read this, somewhere there is an eleven-year-old boy curiously typing ‘porn’ into Google, probably hoping to see some big boobies. Fast forward a couple of years and he is masturbating to a video of a crying woman who is being tied down, simultaneously penetrated by three men, spanked, and being called a whore. Young boys are being de-sensitized to violence and the more they consume, the more abusive, the more graphic the porn has to be to excite them.

Clara Bennathan, Violence, Teenagers, and Gonzo Porn (via nextyearsgirl)

The article is written by a 17 year old who is really on the ball. It’s short and definitely worth reading the whole thing!

(via pouvoires)
I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself.
Simone de Beauvoir (via teenager90s)

I don’t wanna be your back up plan or your go-to when all the girls you go to decide you’re too much of a fuckhead to waste their time on. I’m living my life waiting on your secondhand love, and I’m killing myself trying to make you happy when you couldn’t care less about me.

I’m not your baby, and I’m not some girl you text on weekends in broken grammar to come to your bed. I’m trying to love myself, and the first step is to stop loving you.

I can’t spend anymore time loving someone like you | S.B. (via fallinlovewithapoet)

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nubbsgalore:

rotflseals. photos by (click pic) saqopakajmer, hinrich basemann, robert hardingdavid remneyveronica craftanthony marston, kasia nowak (see also: previous seal posts

I know these are not gifs but they’re too precious not to reblog. :3

iconsmagcon:

THIS SHOULD BE ON EVERYONE’S BLOG.

angelclark:

33 Pictures Taken At The Right Moment 

We are huge fans of perfectly timed photos that capture perfect (and usually funny or unexpected) moments that come and go with a blink of the eye. The internet is abound with images shared by people who have captured images at just the right moment or from just the right perspective, so we wanted to share some more of them with you.

why-i-love-comics:

Avengers Assemble #11

written by Kelly Sue DeConnick
art by Stefano Caselli

At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”

In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.

Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.

When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely fact of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.
Caitlin Moran  (via allysonsarah)