had a revelation today while jokingly trying to find the male equivalent of “resting bitchface”. there is no male equivalent of resting bitchface, because if a man on the street is glaring at me or looking at me in an aggressive way, i feel unsafe and terrified. if i see a strange man staring at me with an angry look, or even walking in my general direction with a scowl, he is a potential threat. the male equivalent of resting bitchface is fucking danger.
You can’t stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.
A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh (via observando)
Too many young folk have an addiction to superficial things and not enough conviction for substantial things like justice, truth and love.
Cornel West (via observando)