#my aesthetic speakings

[ellie-makes-mbs]

name moodboard for “kodi” for anonymous

[cigarettefawn]

there is beauty in sadness.

[succo-al-limone]

DC doodles for funzies

[this-splendid-grave]

why have you framed it with paint and flowers.

Bring back the sweltering heat and lava and toxic plumes of Mustafar, we were witnessing the destruction of a galaxy and the end of an era and we needed the wreckage and the blood and the screaming then

[bacchuschucklefuck]

doing chibi is a good design exercise bc it forces u to think on shapes n essential details, essentially thumbnailing ur designs. its also a terrible design exercise bc it ends up looking cute no matter what

[dollyiia]

“fertilize us!!” my eggs scream in unison

[webweabings]

MY SOUL SPEAKS IN FLOWERS

Japanese proverb; // "The Book of Tea", by Okakura Kakuzo; // Rupi Kaur; // Iris Murdoch; // "The Little Prince", by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry; // Frida Kahlo; // Niti Majethia; // Luther Burbank; // "Salt", by Nayyirah Waheed. //// Art: "Irises in Evening Shadows", by Max Pechstein; // "Wild Roses", by Vincent van Gogh; // "Irises", by Stanisław Wyspiański; // "Spring Flowers", by Maurice Prendergast; // "Irises" Vincent van Gogh; // "Bed of Flowers" (Cannas or The Garden), by Maurice Prendergast

[blaithnne]

Good luck babe

[saamaton]

formula 1 ft. talk talk

a sequel to my first f1 x brat edit!

this is a shorter and sillier edit but it practically came to me in a dream and i couldn't stop thinking about it until i made it so, you're welcome, i guess

[cabeswaterdrowned]

Adam Parrish mood board: onion headlines edition

[fakesorbet]

The Bad Kids + Summer drinks

[ellie-makes-mbs]

name moodboard for “emily” for anonymous

[girltalkcollectives]

The Dark Side of ‘Boys Will Be Boys’

I still remember sitting in the principal’s office, knees scraped and uniform dirty, trying not to cry while explaining why I pushed Tommy back on the playground. For weeks, he’d been pulling my hair, chasing me during recess, and ruining my art projects. That day, he’d grabbed my favorite hair ribbon and thrown it in a puddle.

The principal’s response? A warm smile and those words I’ll never forget: “Oh sweetie, he’s only mean because he likes you! Boys don’t know how to show their feelings at this age.”

I was six. That was my first lesson that my discomfort was less important than a boy’s feelings.

And before anyone jumps in with “boys will be boys” or “it’s not that serious” — let me tell you how that lesson played out over the years.

By fourth grade, I stopped telling teachers when boys would snap my bra strap because I was tired of hearing “that means they think you’re pretty!” I learned to be flattered by harassment before I even knew what harassment was.

In middle school, when Jake wouldn’t stop following me between classes and grabbing my backpack, my own mom said, “He probably just doesn’t know how to tell you he has a crush!” So I stopped mentioning it, even when it escalated to him “accidentally” running into me at my locker every day.

“But they’re just boys!” people say. “Stop making everything so serious!”

Okay, let’s talk about how “just boys” grow up.

That same Jake who learned his harassment was “just showing affection”? By high school, he was the guy who wouldn’t take no for an answer at parties. But hey, he “just liked me,” right?

Tommy from first grade? Last I heard, he had multiple harassment complaints at his college. But I bet someone’s still saying “boys will be boys!”

And me? I spent years unlearning the idea that love is supposed to hurt. Years figuring out that someone making me uncomfortable isn’t a compliment. Years understanding that my instincts were right all along — I wasn’t being “too sensitive,” he wasn’t being “sweet,” it wasn’t “just a crush.”

To everyone saying “it’s not that deep” or “stop overthinking” — you’re part of the problem. Because while you’re dismissing these “little” incidents, girls are learning lessons that follow them into adulthood:

When my first boyfriend threw my phone because he was “passionate?” I heard: “He’s only mean because he likes you!”

When my college classmate wouldn’t stop asking me out after ten nos? I remembered: “He just doesn’t know how to show his feelings!”

These aren’t separate issues. They’re the same lesson playing out over years.

We’re teaching girls that love looks like discomfort.

That harassment means attraction.

That their boundaries matter less than boys’ feelings.

That being hurt means being loved.

And to those saying “not all boys are like that” — you’re missing the point. It’s not about all boys. It’s about what we teach ALL girls about what they should accept.

Because that six-year-old girl with scraped knees grew up to be a woman who had to relearn what love actually looks like. Who had to realize that real love doesn’t pull your hair, push you down, or make you cry.

So no, it’s not “just boys being boys.”

It’s not “making a big deal out of nothing.”

It’s not “too serious.”

It’s the first chapter in a book too many girls have to unwrite later.

And maybe if we stopped telling little girls that harassment means love, we’d have fewer women trying to convince themselves that abuse means passion.

[wineonmytshirt]

don't you let it go

[solivagants]

be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high.

then life seems almost enchanted after all.

—vincent van gogh

[puppyvenom]

★ the LOVERS ☆