amanda. officially a 20 something on a journey, including but not limited to: working too much and still being broke, punk rock, hyperbole, embroidery, watching too many movies, and not getting enough sleep. I never wear a bra, I am body and sex positive, and I'm so bored with the U.S.A.

 

this semester has been filled with alot of stressful things actually happening that somehow just sound like ridiculous excuses when I say them to professors.

Never let your soul
quiet its anger,
never lose your softness
to the dirty hands
who wish to tame you.

When the rain
begins to fall
and the storms
start to rumble,
remember what
you are made of,

you are the bones
of the sea,
you carry the world
beneath your beauty.

So smile,
beautiful girl,

you mustn’t ever stop
being the silk
they snap their necks on
trying to break you.

 ||  Maza-Dohta (via maza-dohta)

themaraudersaredead:

How to Turn All Your Essays into Feminist Rants No Matter the Subject Matter: An Autobiography by Me. 

Where a bookshelf goes or a throw rug
How you shape any common space
And the language you make out of looks and names
All the motions of ordinary love
All the weight it can hold when you say one name
All the motions of ordinary love
They grow and change

(Source: Spotify)

thesis: While Melville intended the setting to be a reflection of Delano, who really cares because nothing matters, i mean, have you watched Cosmos? we’re so insignificant and I haven’t done laundry in over a week and I’m really busy trapped nostalgic sadness and how am i supposed to do this paper when our whole system needs to be destroyed and rebuilt and we’re just trudging along each day and okay fine I guess I want the A

In 1979, when the minimum wage was $2.90, a hard-working student with a minimum-wage job could earn enough in one day (8.44 hours) to pay for one academic credit hour. If a standard course load for one semester consisted of maybe 12 credit hours, the semester’s tuition could be covered by just over two weeks of full-time minimum wage work—or a month of part-time work. A summer spent scooping ice cream or flipping burgers could pay for an MSU education. The cost of an MSU credit hour has multiplied since 1979. So has the federal minimum wage. But today, it takes 60 hours of minimum-wage work to pay off a single credit hour, which was priced at $428.75 for the fall semester.

Just last week, a 7th grader with a curvy build came home upset about this. She had worn an outfit with a skirt and leggings, and in the morning, a teacher had said to her, “Cute outfit.” But then her homeroom teacher pulled her aside at the end of the day and said, “You know, another girl could get away with that outfit, but you should not be wearing that. I’m going to dress code you.” Juliet Bond and the child’s mom were discussing the incident, not certain if the message to the child was ‘you’re too sexy’ or ‘you’re too fat.’

The kids also report that the teachers have been discussing ‘appropriate body types for leggings and yoga pants and inappropriate body types for yoga pants and leggings.’

Bond says, “This is concerning because it is both slut shaming and fat shaming. If a girl is heavy or developed, the message is that she cannot wear certain clothes.” Neither is acceptable. We should not be sexualizing kids, nor should we be making them feel that they can wear leggings as long as they remain stick thin. Bond asks, “Why are the girls being pulled out of class to have assemblies on whether they are wearing the right clothes, while the boys remain in class, learning and studying?”

I don’t have a problem with a school having a dress code; in fact, I attended a school that didn’t allow jeans or shorts or shirts without collars, but I do have a problem when the dress code is discriminately based on gender and body type. There is a big difference between telling all students to dress respectfully and telling curvy girls to dress in a way that doesn’t distract boys.

molliedollie:

City and Colour- Sleeping sickness

I awoke Only to find my lungs empty
And through the night
So it seems I’m not breathing
And now my dreams are nothing like they were meant to be
And I’m breaking down, I think I’m breaking down
And I’m afraid
To sleep because of what haunts me
Such as living with the uncertainty
That I’ll never find the words to say
Which would completely explain
Just how I’m breaking down