Happy Women’s Equality Day from all the ladies, gents, puppies, and pizzas at Totino’s!
introducing myself in the first day of school
"This isnt a project that you will be able to do the night before"
So my Dad and brother took separate cars to dinner tonight, and this happened.
they look like they are arguing about who is going to go home and change
Oh, they were.
Jake: You’ve got to be kidding me
Dad: You SAW me walk through the kitchen on my way to pick up your sister!
Jake: No seriously do you have an extra shirt in your car this is ridiculous
Oh my god they’re gonna kill me they didn’t want to even walk into the restaurant together let alone have this many people reblog this photo
i thought the dad was tom arnold
do you know why feminism has a horrible image?
i’ll let you in on a secret here, it’s because people hate women
i ﬁnally came to the conclusion that hair, for me, was a symbol of strength. It was a symbol of commitment to my power. of connection to my ancestry. of recognizing my natural beauty. that which exists without chemical dyes, or hairspray, or scissors. a symbol of my sovereignty. of my humble desire to feel grounded within my own skin.