I got so much crap when I cut my hair the second time. All I heard was, “you have such beautiful hair why did you cut it?” When my hair got long enough I got loc extensions. I heard nothing but praise. “Now you look like a woman.” “Don’t ever cut your hair again, you look so much better.” Until I went home and my grandparents gave me crap for having locs.

I am not my hair. And no matter how I choose to style it, I look beautiful. My hair and what I choose to do with it does not define me nor does it concern you. And no matter how I wear it I look divine because of who I am, not what is on my head.

When people say “don’t cut your hair short again” they’re just letting me know they only think I’m pretty with long hair. Kewl.

It’s not my job to make you a better man and I don’t give a shit if I’ve made you a better man. It’s not a fucking woman’s job to be consumed and invaded and spat out so that some fucking man can evolve. Jenny Schecter (via loveless-people)


“If a stripper changes her life she’s still a stripper. If a drug dealer changes his life he’s a business man, entrepreneur, etc…?”—Amber Rose

You dont have to attend every argument youre invited to. Unknown (via iamashleybrena)

If I have to ask for your attention, then I don’t even want it. Unknown (via winterkristall)

(Source: always-arousedxxx)