"I am tired, not of arguing in favour of equality, diversity and tolerance, but of having to explain, over and over and over again, why such arguments are still necessary, only to have my evidence casually dismissed by someone too oblivious to realise that their dismissal of the problem is itself a textbook example of the fucking problem. I am tired of being mocked by hypocrites who think that a single lazy counterexample is sufficient to debunk the fifteen detailed examples they demanded I produce before they’d even accept my point as a hypothetical, let alone valid, argument. I am tired of assholes who think that playing Devil’s Advocate about an issue alien to their experience but of deep personal significance to their interlocutor makes them both intellectually superior and more rationally objective on the specious basis that being dispassionate is the same as being right (because if they can stay calm while savagely kicking your open wound, then clearly, you have no excuse for screaming)."
"In the first movie, when it was obviously being talked about, like, ‘It’s The Hunger Games, you have to lose ten pounds.’ I said ‘We have control over this role model. Why would we make her something unobtainable and thin?’ This is a person that young girls will be looking up to, so why not make her strong? Why not make her beautiful and healthy and fit? I was very adamant about that, because I think that our industry doesn’t take enough responsibility for what it does to our society. I remember what it felt like to be 14 years old, looking at a Victoria’s Secret model and thinking, ‘I’ll never look like that.’ I don’t want to make someone feel like that."
(Source: fallentribute, via heavyinyourarms)
We walked to this lake by our cabin/barn, mud up to our shins. The wind was wild and whipping the water in a sorta show of dominance. I thought it was pretty anyways.