"It is illegal for women to go topless in most cities, yet you can buy a magazine of a woman without her top on at any 7-11 store. So, you can sell breasts, but you cannot wear breasts, in America."
Violet Rose (via c-icatrix)
This is one of my favorite quotes about sexualization/objectification vs autonomy of female bodies bc it’s so succinct
"I asked you one day while I was lying in my bed,
hiding away from the world,
‘What are we?’
I wanted you to say all that I was dreaming we were—
or at the very least could very easily become.
But you said only,
‘I honestly have no idea’
and I don’t know how to feel about that.
It’s unfair to ask so much of you.
You’re older and you have so much more around you, I’m sure,
but I still can’t help the desire burning inside of me.
I desire you, if that wasn’t plain enough.
I don’t think I am—
plain enough, that is.
I think you don’t understand the aches and creaks I feel within my bones whenever I think of you,
and it makes me wonder if you could ever feel this strong about me.
What hurts the most is the vast and unforgiving ocean that separates us.
I want to make the planet’s plates shift so I can be closer to you.
It’s all so unfair, but I know what we are.
We are a tragic product of our current world,
a modern-day romance that is more heartbreaking than any tragedies from the past.
I know you better than most of the people around me,
but we haven’t even felt one another’s skin.
Sometimes I get scared that I’m building this up into something more than it is,
but then I think the distance would’ve crushed us, drowned us, if that were the case.
I want to be your everything,
even if that is insane.
But I have gone a little insane since you first messaged me.
You ripped out chunks of me that I don’t think I can ever get back.
I’ve been bleeding since the 26th and nothing I do can stop it —
there’s no pressure great enough to hold the flood of all of my feelings.
So I write.
I write and I write and I write,
mostly words I could never even imagine letting you read.
I’d die of embarrassment and run like I always do if you saw those most delicate parts of myself.
I’m not ready for that, like I’ve told you so many times.
But I still can’t help myself from writing.
You’ve evoked something within me, distance or no distance, that I can’t quite find the correct name for.
That is terrifying.
I won’t even consider it.
But slowly you are becoming too much for me.
My shoulders are weakening,
my heart is nearly destroyed,
but I still want you.
Maybe that is what I wanted you to say to me that day."
ArtRave: The ARTPOP Ball
Tour book images by Ruth Hogben
true friends don’t judge each other
they judge other people
The Cosmo Quiz: I sometimes wish I weren’t famous because then I could..
Beyoncé: Smooch my man whenever and wherever
This has been Beyoncé and Jay Z since May 5th. These are genuine smiles, laughter, hand-holding, flirting and hugging done between a couple that loves each other. However, since May 5th’s “elevator incident”, the media has dragged these two through the mud, overjoyed that they finally have something to hold against them.
Despite visual evidence of a perfectly fine relationship, “news” outlets have created stories and spread rumors of a divorce like wildfire. Because God forbid a black couple is not only incredibly successful in their careers but in their marriage as well. I’m writing this because I am tired of people searching for ways to tear them down, especially as one of the few major faces of color in the entertainment industry. If that incident happened to any “other” couple, there wouldn’t be a widespread hope for their downfall. We probably wouldn’t even be discussing it anymore.
No marriage is perfect. Beyoncé and Jay Z are human beings in a normal marriage that has its flaws. If the tape of that incident was never released, this wouldn’t even be a discussion right now.
Dear media, please accept the fact that the strongest and most powerful people in entertainment right now is a black couple. Their reign together isn’t ending anytime soon.