There’s no point to a guy yelling, “Hey sexy baby” at me out of the passenger window of a car as it speeds past. Even if I was into creepy misogynists and wanted to give him my number, I couldn’t. The car didn’t even slow down. But that’s okay, because he wasn’t actually hitting on me. The point wasn’t to proposition me or chat me up. The only point was to remind me, and all women, that our bodies are his to stare at, assess, comment on, even touch. “Hey sexy baby” is the first part of a sentence that finishes, “this is your daily message from the patriarchy, reminding you that your body is public property”.

—  My First Name Ain’t Baby: ‘Hey Baby’ and Street Harassment (via official-mens-frights-activist)

(via 5000letters)

7 . 15


someone asked earlier what tattoo artists practice on before human is a tattooed banana, one of the options.-kat

Success is the consequence of ambition and personal effort. You work for it, strive for it, insist upon it. Once you’ve achieved a state of mental stability, you must never become lax about maintaining it. Incorporate it relentlessly into your daily routine, put effort to sustain that success forever.

—  Elizabeth Taylor

7 . 15