Imagine Brittany singing “Rude” in front of Santana’s grandmother.
Make it happen
But I kind of want Brittany to confess all about loving Santana until her Abuela breaks down and engulfs Brittany in a hug, telling her to take care of her Santanita for her, to make sure she eats because that girl is getting too skinny, and that she’s sorry for hurting Santana.
i hope that, wherever my hair ties go, they’re happy. that’s all that matters
"Make no mistake, when school administrators patrol hallways checking out the legs, arms, shoulders and skin of 10- and 11-year-old girls, and micromanaging their appearance, they are objectifying them and encouraging them to self-objectify in the same way that popular media or purity cultures do."
— Soraya Chemaly, School Dress Codes: The Funny-Not-Funny Video You Have to See (via staininyourbrain)
(Source: m.huffpost.com, via malchikovandmalchigay)
The improv team I was on in high school only had one rank: “co-captain.” If you joined the improv team, you were automatically a co-captain. It wasn’t to make everyone equal within the club dynamic or anything like that, we just all knew that we would have to list extracurriculars on our college applications, and you could make yourself look more impressive by putting “co-captain” without specifying how many other captains the team had or how a member becomes a captain.
like when beyonce said “i woke up this way: flawless” she’s saying that flawless is not dependent on how she looks at a given moment; by dent of being alive, just by being authentic to herself, she’s flawless.
not “i woke up with this hair laid and makeup did and decked out clothes”. which is how everyone else apparently interpreted it.
straight people on tv show: *literally have sex*
gay people on tv show: *exist*
ok.. :\ but… ok like im not homophobic… :\ im ok with gay people but why do you have to shove it in my face… :\