"When you grow up as a girl, the world tells you the things that you are supposed to be: emotional, loving, beautiful, wanted. And then when you are those things, the world tells you they are inferior: illogical, weak, vain, empty."

— Stevie Nicks (via angelingus)

(Source: bmurguia, via thenewwomensmovement)

cuddleclaws

cuddleclaws

we ready to prty

we ready to prty

elloellenoh:

awesome-everyday:

KERRY I <3 YOU GIRL

"If I succeed I create the opportunity for more people to succeed…" — This

(Source: kerrybearw, via becauseiamawoman)

The Library of Congress has made a ton of images available of women working during WWII — actual real-life riveting Rosies. You can see a bunch more at Stuff Mom Never Told You.

(Source: bigfatfeminist, via thenewwomensmovement)

midwestfuckyeah:

stuffaboutminneapolis:

Taco Cat Opens In Minneapolis
We are Taco Cat, a bike-only taco delivery service in Minneapolis, MN.Call 612-270-8007 to place an order. We take cash, credit, or barter.
I need to find some southsiders to hang out with and order some of these. Oh, and I love the FAQ’s part of their website…
Q: I’m drunk and what is this? A: Taco Cat is a late-night, bike-only, taco delivery service in Minneapolis, MN.
Q: Why is Taco Cat delivery only? A: It’s easier and cheaper for us to operate this way.
Q: Can I pick up my order instead? A: No.
Q: Do you only deliver on bike? A: Yes. We should make up some bullshit about sustainability or something, but we just like to bike.
Q: How did Taco Cat start? A: No one delivered tacos. We stepped up.
Q: Where can I get a Taco Cat shirt/merch? A: You can add one to your order or pick one up at The Alt bike shop.
Q: Is it Tacocat or Taco Cat? A: We don’t really know. It’s both.
Q: Did you know that Taco Cat is a palindrome? A: Yes.
Q: Are your tacos made from cats? A: No and you aren’t funny.
Q: Are you hiring? A: Probably not.
Q: Are you a legally licensed business? A: Who the fuck are you? You want tacos or what?
http://www.tacocatmn.com/

So, so sad that I live in the burbs…

i need to go home now. 

midwestfuckyeah:

stuffaboutminneapolis:

Taco Cat Opens In Minneapolis

We are Taco Cat, a bike-only taco delivery service in Minneapolis, MN.
Call 612-270-8007 to place an order. We take cash, credit, or barter.

I need to find some southsiders to hang out with and order some of these. Oh, and I love the FAQ’s part of their website…

Q: I’m drunk and what is this?
A: Taco Cat is a late-night, bike-only, taco delivery service in Minneapolis, MN.

Q: Why is Taco Cat delivery only?
A: It’s easier and cheaper for us to operate this way.

Q: Can I pick up my order instead?
A: No.

Q: Do you only deliver on bike?
A: Yes. We should make up some bullshit about sustainability or something, but we just like to bike.

Q: How did Taco Cat start?
A: No one delivered tacos. We stepped up.

Q: Where can I get a Taco Cat shirt/merch?
A: You can add one to your order or pick one up at The Alt bike shop.

Q: Is it Tacocat or Taco Cat?
A: We don’t really know. It’s both.

Q: Did you know that Taco Cat is a palindrome?
A: Yes.

Q: Are your tacos made from cats?
A: No and you aren’t funny.

Q: Are you hiring?
A: Probably not.

Q: Are you a legally licensed business?
A: Who the fuck are you? You want tacos or what?

http://www.tacocatmn.com/

So, so sad that I live in the burbs…

i need to go home now. 

Tags: mpls omg

"whiskey makes the heart beat faster
but it sure doesn’t help the
mind and isn’t it funny how you can ache just
from the deadly drone
of existence?"

— Charles Bukowski, Purple Glow (via hellanne)

Tags: vmars

springtime in Seattle

springtime in Seattle

"

Across from me at the kitchen table,
my mother smiles over red wine that she drinks out of a measuring glass.
She says she doesn’t deprive herself,
but I’ve learned to find nuance in every movement of her fork.
In every crinkle in her brow as she offers me the uneaten pieces on her plate.
I’ve realized she only eats dinner when I suggest it.
I wonder what she does when I’m not there to do so.

Maybe this is why my house feels bigger each time I return; it’s proportional.
As she shrinks the space around her seems increasingly vast.
She wanes while my father waxes.
His stomach has grown round with wine, late nights, oysters, poetry.
A new girlfriend who was overweight as a teenager, but my dad reports that now she’s “crazy about fruit.”

It was the same with his parents;
as my grandmother became frail and angular her husband swelled to red round cheeks, round stomach,
and I wonder if my lineage is one of women shrinking,
making space for the entrance of men into their lives,

not knowing how to fill it back up once they leave.

I have been taught accommodation.
My brother never thinks before he speaks.
I have been taught to filter.

“How can anyone have a relationship to food?” he asks, laughing, as I eat the black bean soup I chose for its lack of carbs.

I want to say: we come from difference, Jonas,
you have been taught to grow out,
I have been taught to grow in.

You learned from our father how to emit, how to produce,
to roll each thought off your tongue with confidence,
you used to lose your voice every other week from shouting so much.
I learned to absorb.
I took lessons from our mother in creating space around myself.
I learned to read the knots in her forehead while the guys went out for oysters,
and I never meant to replicate her, but
spend enough time sitting across from someone and you pick up their habits.

That’s why women in my family have been shrinking for decades.
We all learned it from each other, the way each generation taught the next how to knit,
weaving silence in between the threads
which I can still feel as I walk through this ever-growing house,
skin itching,
picking up all the habits my mother has unwittingly dropped
like bits of crumpled paper from her pocket on her countless trips from bedroom to kitchen to bedroom again.
Nights I hear her creep down to eat plain yogurt in the dark,
a fugitive stealing calories to which she does not feel entitled.

Deciding how many bites is too many.
How much space she deserves to occupy.

Watching the struggle I either mimic or hate her,
And I don’t want to do either anymore,
but the burden of this house has followed me across the country.
I asked five questions in genetics class today and all of them started with the word “sorry.”
I don’t know the requirements for the sociology major because I spent the entire meeting deciding whether or not I could have another piece of pizza,
a circular obsession I never wanted, but
inheritance is accidental,
still staring at me with wine-soaked lips from across the kitchen table.

"

Lily Myers - “Shrinking Women” (CUPSI 2013)

Watch the intense performance here.

(via gaywitchesforabortions)

(Source: cloudyskiesandcatharsis, via grumpyfemme)

buzzfeedminusgifs:

21 Oddly Satisfying GIFs You Won’t Be Able to Stop Watching

Yeah! Cut that dough! Slice that paper, you sharp little knife, you! Fit that joint! Fit it! R! R! R! R! Make that bowl! Make it all night long! Yeah, candle! Burn! Smash, bullet! Smash like your little life depends on it! Yeah, roll…

"Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough"

— Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit (via hellanne)

"When you find yourself drowning in self-hate, you have to remind yourself that you weren’t born feeling this way. That at some point in your journey, some person or experience sent you the message that there was something wrong with who you are, and you internalized those messages and took them on as your truth. But that hate isn’t yours to carry, and those judgments aren’t about you. And in the same way that you learned to think badly of yourself, you can learn to think new, self-loving and accepting thoughts. You can learn to challenge those beliefs, take away their power, and reclaim your own. It won’t be easy, and it won’t happen over night. But it is possible. And it starts when you decide that there has to be more to life than this pain you feel. It starts when you decide that you deserve to discover it."

— Daniell Koepke (via anditslove)

(Source: internal-acceptance-movement, via becauseiamawoman)

At Seattle City Council briefing, @cmkshama reporting on #March15 &amp; next steps for #15now

At Seattle City Council briefing, @cmkshama reporting on #March15 & next steps for #15now

Tags: 15now march15

calculate your next breath.

calculate your next breath.