They call me Jessi. Born April 11, 1997. I try to change to fit into the crowd and I'm only myself around people I can trust. I've hopelessly fallen in love with my best friend. I'm on the bumpy expedition called life where some days are better than others. I love acting and obviously music. Share your favorite songs with me. Have a lovely day you beautiful soul. Go seek your own Great Perhaps
once in the 4th grade this guy got a 2% on his math quiz so everyone called him milk for the rest of the year
I think I might be in love with the person who runs Taco Bell’s twitter account.
i’m genuinely concerned that no one will fall in love with me
they were right. guns don’t kill people. people kill people. people are now illegal and the crime rate is zero
In the 1930s, men’s nipples were just as provocative, shameful and taboo as women’s are now, and men were protesting in much the same way. In 1930, four men went topless to Coney Island and were arrested. In 1935, a flash mob of topless men descended upon Atlantic City, 42 of whom were arrested. Men fought and they were heard, changing not only laws but social consciousness. And by 1936, men’s bare chests were accepted as the norm.
So why is it that 80 years later women can’t seem to achieve the same for their chests? Why can’t a mother proudly breastfeed her child in public without feeling sexualized? why is a 17-year-old girl being asked to leave her own prom because a group of fathers find her too provocative?
[…] I am not trying to argue for mandatory toplessness, or even bralessness. What I am arguing for is a woman’s right to choose how she represents her body — and to make that choice based on personal desire and not a fear of how people will react to her or how society will judge her. No woman should be made to feel ashamed of her body.
"Don’t wear that you’ll give people the wrong idea"
What idea? That I’m a fine as hell? That ain’t an idea that’s a fact ma
what’s the difference between a dirty bus stop and a lobster with breast implants ?
one’s a crusty bus station and one’s a busty crustacean