Glass Against My Cheek

22, F, UK. Largely Tegan and Sara (slight T-teamer), Now, Now, USWNT, Harry Potter and other random things I like. Enjoy :)

loveforthemostpart:

always-on-fire-for-sara:

butterclose:

striped-record:

letterstoteganandsara:

morethananickle:

meganfoxsthumb:

sarahmjfan:

Sara takes the lead in the song Don’t rush for a verse. 

There’s something really really hot about this..

 ^^ I AGREE, WOAH. omg

SHIVERS DOWN MY…

Vagina throb.

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Pussy throb

Ovaries throb.

(Source: sarahmjfan9, via cardboardtns)

thylaed:

shout out to people who are scared to call others out, whose hands shake when they try to explain what’s wrong, whose throats threaten to close up with thoughts of ‘what if i’m just overreacting’, whose hearts are pounding out of their chests because they just stuck their necks out for their beliefs, who have lost friends and respect and safety for aligning themselves with causes

(Source: princepatroclus, via themoodymexican)

But women can never be careful enough, can we? If we take naked pictures of ourselves, we’re asking for it. If someone can manage to hack into our accounts, we’re asking for it. If we’re not wearing anti-rape nail polish, we’re asking for it. If we don’t take self-defence classes, we’re asking for it. If we get drunk, we’re asking for it. If our skirts are too short, we’re asking for it. If we pass out at a party, we’re asking for it. If we are not hyper-vigilant every single fucking second of every single fucking day, we are asking for it. Even when we are hyper-vigilant, we’re still asking for it. The fact that we exist is asking for it.

This is what rape culture looks like.

This is what misogyny looks like.