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These awesome illuminated inflatable white rabbits are the work of Australian artist Amanda Parer for an installation entitled Intrude. In May 2014 the giant glowing bunnies were installed at the Vivid Festival of Light Sydney and next month they’ll be part of the Junction Arts Festival in Launceston, Tasmania.

Parer’s enormous and radiant rabbits, which stand 7 meters (~23 feet) tall, were created as a twofold response to the animals’ common occurrence in Australian fairytales as well as their invasive presence throughout Australia:

"These animals first travelled to Australia on the ships of the First Fleet and were brought ashore in cages in January 1788. These adaptable creatures quickly made themselves at home and eventually spread to almost every corner of the land. An Australian contradiction, Intrude represents the fairy-tale animals of our childhood – a furry innocence, frolicking through idyllic fields, while revealing their more serious and large-scale effect on the environment.”

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Can a thin person have body image struggles? Can a thin person be at war with their self-image? Can a thin person hate to look in the mirror?


And does that suck?


But the difference between these negative feelings and fatphobia is this: The only person worrying about whether or not I’m meeting beauty standards is me.

And that’s not the same for fat folk.

When you’re not thin, other people on the beach actually do take offense. When you’re not thin, people really do think that you shouldn’t be in a bathing suit. When you’re not thin, people really do make your body their moral obligation.

And while your internal struggle is real and significant, the point is: You might hate your body, but society doesn’t.

That’s thin privilege. —Let’s Talk About Thin Privilege — Everyday Feminism (via fatisattractive)

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see, the thing about threading
and waxing
and 100 squat challenges, is -
we are taught to suffer for good things,
to work ourselves thin,
discomfort is temporary and the rewards worth it;
we are taught to defy our instincts,
we are taught not to flinch
when something burns our skin;
to stay perfectly still,
until we are perfectly pretty;
pain is how you know you’re alive;
sore is the new sexy. —m.v., why doesn’t she just leave him.  (via findingwordsforthoughts)

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#celestial hierarchies

It’s Monday. I’m going home at 6pm and a middle aged man and a teenage boy are the only people left on the bus with me. I consider the fact that because the driver is also a man I am the only person left on the bus with the correct genetic makeup for boobs. I’m automatically scared, scared because of my own anatomy. I wonder how old I was when I realized that my own body was going to be the cause of the constant anxiety and fear I feel in situations like this. I get off at the last stop and the older man smiles at me while following me up the street. His smile drips, drips, drips and my heart is pounding, pounding, pounding. He turns off down another road, but I run the rest of the way home.

Not all men.

I’m at home on a Tuesday, beginning to plan the travels I want to go on next year. I dream of wandering the streets and meeting strangers. I just can’t wait to escape the city I’ve lived in for 17 long years. But… my mum is hesitant. She’s forever worried about the danger that being a young girl traveling alone can bring. I’ll be alone and she’s scared. Surely I’m invincible. I feel invincible. But I know, I know this danger is real and I can’t help but think to myself, if I feel unsafe in my own city, how am i going to feel in a strange place with strange men who don’t speak the same language as me? If I was my brother planning this, I would probably just be wondering if European girls are going to be hot.

Not all men.

Wednesday is a beautiful sunny day but I’ve always been told that I don’t have a “nice enough body” to wear a bikini on the beach. Ever since I was 6 years old I’ve thought that having tummy fat was ugly. That skin that doesn’t have a perfectly golden glow is undesirable. I amble to a clear patch of sand in my one piece and I can feel pairs of eyes latching onto me. Hairy men in speedos who I don’t look twice at eat into my body with their stares. I’m a piece of meat. I am a piece of meat? I am here for their amusement. Please don’t let me be eaten alive.

Not all men.

Thursday night two friends and I are walking to our god damn school dance when we hear “Jesus look at you! You sluts heading to a pole?” These words snarl out of the mouth of a respectably dressed man and we stop in horror. Shivers roll up my back in fear. It’s dark. We are alone. What. Do. We. Do??? One of us pulls the finger back. I can never be sure how quickly a sexist man can get angry so we walk quickly away. We’re angry, so so angry. But also so… deflated. I wonder if we deserve this shame.

Not all men.

Sitting on the internet, Friday night and scrolling down my Facebook newsfeed:

“Haha, good job at the game today bro. You RAPED them!”
“Damn with tits like that, you’re asking for it :P”

Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…

I’m shrinking and shrinking and shrinking and I want to CRY because these boys don’t realize how small they make me feel with just pressing a few keys. I see these boys on the streets, I talk to these boys, I laugh with these boys. Dear GOD, dear GOD i hope these boys don’t think actions speak louder than words…

Not all men.

Three rules that have been drilled into me since I was young run through my mind at 1.30am on a Satur… Sunday Morning:

-Don’t ever talk to strange men
-Don’t ever be alone at night in a strange place
-Don’t ever get into a car with a stranger

I break all 3 of these laws as I pull open the taxi door. Making light conversation with the driver, he doesn’t see my sweaty hand clutching the small pocket knife I keep hidden on me at all times. He doesn’t even realize the fear I feel at his mere presence. He cannot comprehend it, he never will. How easy would this 15 minute car ride be if I was born a boy?

Not all men.

It comes to Sunday, another snoozy, sleepy, Sunday and someone has the AUDACITY to tell me not all men are rapists. I say nothing.

I’m a 17 year old girl.
When I am walking alone and it’s dark, it’s all men.
When I am in a car with a man I don’t know well, it’s all men.
When men drunkenly leer at me on the streets, it’s all men.
When a boy won’t leave me alone at a party, it’s all men.

Not all men are rapists. But for a young girl like me? Every one of them has the potential to be.


a piece i wrote for an english assignment about my personal experiences with rape culture, in particular with the saying “not all men” which i know has been makin a lot of controversy on the internet recently! idk just wanted to share (via trueho)

I am almost in tears because this hit me so hard

(via badgorlbribri)

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#important #poetry #so important #i feel like when you talk to men about this they sort of want to hear your receipts?? #like they aren't going to take you seriously unless you can pull out an actual time when you were physically assaulted in some manner by men #and they don't get that the sense of fear and waryness of men is something that is pretty much constant #like it sort of isn't present when you're at home #except then it's like what if whoever rang the doorbell while i'm home alone has nefarious intentions #what if the gardeners with a key into the backyard decide to come into the house #and those are just the low level simmering fears that you don't think about too much #but like as a female you feel like you always have to be prepared to run or fight or avoid #and men don't get it a lot of the time but it turns women into constant watchers of the environment around them #bc if you aren't careful you don't know what could happen and you don't know if there'll be people saying 'you brought it on yourself' #and men just do not understand that constant fear i don't think #or maybe some non-white men do idk #idek what i'm trying to say here #i guess everything you do as a female is backed with things you've been told not to do to stay safe #and things you've been told you have to do #and all of the experiences you've heard from other women #and together there is just SO MUCH #and it sucks taht we are in a way socialised to feel this fear of men to try to keep us safe #it doesn't work all too well bc no one seems to be teaching the men to not be awful #but...

Leverage Meme: 3/9 Quotes: till my dying day

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#leverage #OT3!!!!


Saint LAURENT by Hedi Slimane

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#i eat flowers #become a you


obituary for the princess who forgot to be fairytale

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the kitsune

A celestial, fox-like creature told of in japanese mythologyStories depict her as an intelligent being, wielding powerful magic abilities that increase with age. As she grows, her single tail will split into as many as nine, and her orange pelt will turn white or gold. Kitsune are known to live for thousands of years and so hold infinite wisdom. She posses incredible supernatural capability - breathing fire, flight, illusion, invisibility, possession, and can even assume human form. Some say she is a messenger of the spirit Inari.

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