sarah. usa. nineteen.

welcome to my wonderland.

“My blood type is coffee.”

– (via coffeestainedcashmere)

unconventional-awareness:

Lost at sea.

unconventional-awareness:

Lost at sea.

npr:

The peaches we eat today look very little like the first peaches planted. We can thank the Chinese farmers who first domesticated the fruit for kicking off the millennia of breeding for perfection.
The Perfect Summer Peach Wasn’t Always So Rosy
Courtesy of Jose Chaparro/University of Florida

npr:

The peaches we eat today look very little like the first peaches planted. We can thank the Chinese farmers who first domesticated the fruit for kicking off the millennia of breeding for perfection.

The Perfect Summer Peach Wasn’t Always So Rosy

Courtesy of Jose Chaparro/University of Florida

weed-took-me-to-amsterdam:

simply stunning

Wish I knew the artist because these pieces are quite lovely

gayeskimos:

If you do not know what this picture is; let me inform you. In the late 50’s when abortion was completely illegal, women would resort to using household items to have a self-given abortion. These items included  bleach, wire hangers, and cleaning products.  So, would you rather save unborn cells, like the ones that come off your feet or body, millions at a time, or save a woman who might end up curing a life-threatening disease?  Do we really wanna step 60 years back?

gayeskimos:

If you do not know what this picture is; let me inform you. In the late 50’s when abortion was completely illegal, women would resort to using household items to have a self-given abortion. These items included bleach, wire hangers, and cleaning products. So, would you rather save unborn cells, like the ones that come off your feet or body, millions at a time, or save a woman who might end up curing a life-threatening disease? Do we really wanna step 60 years back?

Boggart: Failure

Wand: 10¾”,vine wood,dragon heartstring

Patronus: Otter

“There’s no point to a guy yelling, “Hey sexy baby” at me out of the passenger window of a car as it speeds past. Even if I was into creepy misogynists and wanted to give him my number, I couldn’t. The car didn’t even slow down. But that’s okay, because he wasn’t actually hitting on me. The point wasn’t to proposition me or chat me up. The only point was to remind me, and all women, that our bodies are his to stare at, assess, comment on, even touch. “Hey sexy baby” is the first part of a sentence that finishes, “this is your daily message from the patriarchy, reminding you that your body is public property”.”

My First Name Ain’t Baby: ‘Hey Baby’ and Street Harassment (via official-mens-frights-activist)

exgynocraticgrrl:

Malcolm X speech: "Who Taught You To Hate Yourself?" 

 May 5, 1962  in Los Angeles