Myownfemalerage - We Are Female Rage - Tumblr Blog

not my usual posts but… for the girlies following me :). gonna try this one out

Fyi for anyone dealing with acne especially those deep ones that don't even pop, just sit there and hurt, don't get those pimple patches.

Not because they're harmful or anything, in fact they work quite well! But rather, get yourself a pack or two of hydrocolloid bandages. Not only are they cheaper than the pimple patches cause they aren't considered a "beauty item", they are larger than the patches, thicker, and stick waaaay better. They come in different shapes and sizes. Since they are bigger, you can cut them in half to get more bang for your buck. They suck out far more gunk than the patches do bc they are, again, bigger and can hold more. They're built to stay on for multiple days and don't come off in water easily.

Plus, you can slap them on a cut or scrape and they reduce the amount of scarring bc of how they keep things clean and moist for recovery. AND! if you're nasty like me and like seeing the gunk come out of pimples, it's very interesting to see just how much they puff up as they absorb the nasty shit in there.

I stick them on my cuticles cause I get infections there all the time and by golly do they help. They stay on in places regular bandaids don't, and shit that would otherwise take weeks to heal or even just calm down from infection are tip top in a couple of days.

“I was sixteen for twenty years. By September, I will be a ghost”

the unbearable heaviness of girlhood / Su Xinyu / Lucie Brock-Broido

credits: Guts Dress by CarolineMoorenc

female rage is hearing “it is what it is” too much

female rage is hearing “don’t be such a bitch”

female rage is being identified by and entirely limited to your organs

female rage is hating your body and your face because a boy told you that you should

female rage is hearing insults you couldn’t fathom after walking out of the house feeling the slightest bit confident

female rage is hating yourself because a magazine told you that you should

female rage is lack of representation and losing respect when you ask for it

female rage is being made fun of by the boys around you and female rage is being told to shut up by their girlfriends when you stand up for yourself

female rage is leaving the house at night after mentally fighting yourself on the probabilities of making it home in one piece

female rage is KEEP YOUR ROSARIES OFF OF OUR UTERUSES AND YOUR HANDS OFF OF OUR BODIES.

favorite horror movies (109): perfect blue (1997)

"Nobody cares for you anymore. You're tarnished and you're filthy."

“We are female rage. We are women. We will be seen, even if we die begging. We are female rage, and we refuse to be demonized another day for showing we are not just ‘sensitive’. We are female rage, and we refuse to be demonized another day just for showing that we are not scared to stand up. Not only to the boys that put us here, but the other girls that helped them.”

picture credits: Ana Teresa Barboza

they're girlfriends,,,

mentally a living corpse

She is so me.

Maybe I was crazy. Maybe it was the 60s, or maybe I was just a girl. Interrupted

"you're ugly when you're mad" "calm down" "it's not that deep" "sit still and look pretty" "no man will ever want you like this" "don't cry, it makes you look ugly"

women after experiencing the most heinous treatment on earth, be told the most diabolical things about what people think of us and our bodies, just to be told "calm down", or "you're so ugly when you're mad!"

be dancing and laughing afterwards

made by me୨୧

are we too young for this?

“The girls, they all laughed at me, mama”.

alternate carrie posters, 1976

Real footage of me getting ready in the morning

Once upon a time, there was a girl with golden hair who went to live in a beautiful house. And all the people loved her, and she was very, very happy. But the people in the village were very poor, and every night, they crept into the house where the girl slept and they cut off a piece of her golden hair and they sold it for money. “She’ll never even notice,” they said… And soon, all the gold was gone from her head, and the people said. “Oh, she’s not beautiful at all.” And they took her from the beautiful house, and they drove her into the street. And she went away. And she never came back… And soon, people became hungry again and they went back into the beautiful house looking for gold, but there was no one there.

GIA (1998) dir Michael Cristofer