Hello!|I'm Kervin|20|Filipino|Aspiring Photographer & A future social scientist|Frustrated about everything
|Fascinated with Bizarre and Unusual things|
|I post everything I like in my blog|I do not own some of the stuff here.|

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AFROPUNK music festival in NYC (x)

(via sex-lies-and-bowties)

If you take a young man and woman and they both tell a stranger that they work in the same restaurant, it’s very likely that they will assume that the woman is the waitress, and the young man a cook.

But I thought a woman’s place was in the kitchen? Not when she’s being paid for it. I can’t believe it took me this long to realize the implication of this. A woman’s place is one of servitude.

(Source: thornsandwillows, via bl-ossomed)



Like seriously, why isn’t pole dancing an olympic sport? This is freakin gymnastics. This is strength and skill. This is not sexual whatsoever. Why does pole dancing have to be so stigmatised as a sexual thing that only strippers do? I have great respect for all people who can pull this off. This is art and beauty right here. 

HEY FUN FACT: pole dancing is known as something strippers do because strippers invented it. And that’s okay! It’s okay to have respect for strippers and the hard work they put into what they do! Let’s stop trying to take the stripper part out of pole dancing so upperclass white girls can do it without being ~stigmatized~ because god forbid women be sexual.

(Source: eisenbernard, via loupickles)



(Source: misswallflower, via beauxbatons)

"I love you, but I’m mad at you is one of the most freeing, important things you can say in a stable relationship. Does that make sense? To know that you have the ability and the right to be mad at someone and know that it doesn’t mean things are over, that it doesn’t mean things are irreparable. That it just means I’m mad, but God, I love you. I love you. Now leave me alone."

- To be good, to save nothing (via creatingaquietmind)

(via narobe)


megeeeeeeeerd! <3

Deric Mickens by Casey Vange

Hermann Nitsch - Oedipus, 1990