Home Sweet 'Homa

Hi. My name is Abby.
Christian.
Oklahoman.
Born in 1983.
Lover of nature and good food.

hindikitty:

Amelie has no boyfriend. She’s tried once or twice, but the results were a let down. Instead, she cultivates a taste for small pleasures: dipping her hand into sacks of grain, cracking creme brulee with a teaspoon, and skipping stones at St. Martin’s canal.

—Jean-Pierre Jeunet, Le Fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulain

(Source: cherryraspa, via howitzerliterarysociety)

My last #LiveOnThePlaza of 2014! Come visit and check out all the local artists. This Friday #OKC @plazadistrict  - 16th Street, across from Empire Slice.

My last #LiveOnThePlaza of 2014! Come visit and check out all the local artists. This Friday #OKC @plazadistrict - 16th Street, across from Empire Slice.

But women can never be careful enough, can we? If we take naked pictures of ourselves, we’re asking for it. If someone can manage to hack into our accounts, we’re asking for it. If we’re not wearing anti-rape nail polish, we’re asking for it. If we don’t take self-defence classes, we’re asking for it. If we get drunk, we’re asking for it. If our skirts are too short, we’re asking for it. If we pass out at a party, we’re asking for it. If we are not hyper-vigilant every single fucking second of every single fucking day, we are asking for it. Even when we are hyper-vigilant, we’re still asking for it. The fact that we exist is asking for it.

This is what rape culture looks like.

This is what misogyny looks like.

Friends, you lie.
My cold singing voice does not sound sexy.
I sound like a donkey playing chubby bunny.