A World Full of Yes

A place to find all of things that you shouldn't have to live without.


nothing fucked me up more than hearing the line “now they’re going to bed and my stomach is sick, and it’s all in my head but she’s touching his chest” in mr brightside and REALIZING THAT SICK AND CHEST DON’T RHYME… ….SH E’S NOT TOUCHIGN HIS CHEST…..

(via madamemacadamia)

A Short Poem on Female Bodyshaming

Oh hey! These are nipples.
Someday, they may feed children.
Today, they’re here for my pleasure,
And that of some men and women.
So instead of gasping since I wont
Wear a bra,
View my basic anatomy with
A little less awe.