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doll1-s2 · 3 months
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𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙢𝙚 𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙮𝙨 ♱
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lowlymusicscenarios · 2 months
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"I'm not just one of your many toys."
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omg-whathaveidone · 9 months
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44. You Don't Own Me by Lesley Gore debuted Dec 63 and peaked at number two, scoring 1025 points.
Lesley's first chart entry, It's My Party, peaked at number one and was the number 15 hit of 1963. She's a Fool was the number 33 hit, and Judy's Turn to Cry was the number 96 hit of 1963.
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spirits-n-giggles · 9 months
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Spoilers~
It's quite telling that the song "You Don't Own Me" is playing in ep1 while Aziraphale is helping a distressed Maggie by helping her pay her rent by trading it for records.
To know that in the beginning of this he is so content with telling Heaven where they could stick it but now......
Azi is smart. I believe in him.
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okyisnotokay · 10 months
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im young and i love to be young
im free and i love to be free
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thestuffofbucket · 2 years
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Tamino Amir. Sketch for an Art-Dare.
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meow222sposts · 2 years
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u messaged me again yesterday, "talk to me. one phone call,",
i thought i made it clear last time i was done.
i contemplated calling you and hearing you out just like i always do,
then i remembered that you always do this every few months.
its a never ending cycle with you and im so tired of the gaslighting and manipulation,
you see me as weak because i always fall for it.
not this time,
the cycle ends now.
no matter how badly i wanted to call u,
i knew you only messaged me to abuse the soft spot i had for you.
that soft spot is gone.
i made room for someone else in my heart and head,
someone who deserves to be there.
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doll1-s2 · 3 months
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The feminine urge to love Lesley Gore and spend all day listening to her albums 💕
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eames-with-a-rose · 2 years
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Mother intended to give me the name means ‘heart’ but grandmother took the chance and named me with the meaning ‘ herb/plants/flowers’.
Deal is. When i asked her what my name meant when i was baby, grams said the time she n her comrades fought in the war, whenever any of them was captured and tortured for their identities , they gave out this name. Like. Wtf grams.
Lately after 2018 something, i just tell ppl my brother’s name inplace of mine. Or, later, Arthur ahahah, in Arthur and Eames
A friend said i should not borrow another’s name. So i make a combination of mine and my brother, and it means ‘flowers field/steppe’
But it’s temporary
I got one on my mind.
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dream2dreams · 2 years
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This went up in Northern, Michigan last night May 3, 2022 after the leak of Roe v Wade draft to reconsider the federal protection of abortion rights.
I currently live in a state were as soon as this goes into effect it has anti-abortion laws that were never repealed, that are still in state law books.
We will have to wait and see in anticipation if our state immediately moves to correct this horrible error, claiming it to be a miscalculation an oversight, an error. Or if they take an opportunity to wreck terror on all of us with ovaries.
I am afraid for my state and at the same time know I am in a much safer position than someone that found themselves having a miscarriage in Texas, Mississippi, Tennessee, or a number of other more caustic states.
I truly fear for our nation and the state of our world as a whole.
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inkskinned · 9 months
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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err0r02 · 2 months
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yourfavouritefae · 6 months
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actually the best feeling in the world is being 14 and discovering you don't own me by lesley gore and being like "wait? i have rights?" and listening to it forever and ever on
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notbrucewayne48 · 4 months
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"aphobia doesn't exist"
bitch literally not that long ago an aroace youtuber animator was insulted by almost half of its community for being it
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felixcosm · 2 months
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I think it's mean how some people talk about fics on AO3.
'Oh you gotta wade through literal trash to find the good stuff'.
Were you not a beginner once? Did you not write crack fic or self indulgent things for your own entertainment?
Maybe don't speak that way about your fellow fic writers? Just because some fics aren't as polished as others, or involve fetishes and tropes you don't enjoy, or are not the style you want your fics to be doesn't mean they're trash.
It's a horrible thing to say and beginners are going to be discouraged from writing knowing that their fics might be considered trash because they're just starting out.
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