Anonymous (via sweetfilthpig)
Things men don’t understand #28464
On second thoughts, this is complete bollocks. I can tell you from experience that there are occasions when, having found yourself with an unwanted pregnancy, an abortion looks ever bit as appealing as an ice cream or a Porsche. You can take my word on that.
I hate this tendency that exists even among pro-choice women to paint abortion as a “necessary evil.” It’s no such thing. I hate the assumption that it will invariably cause pain and suffering to every single woman on earth. I’ve done it before, and I would do it again in a heartbeat. I wouldn’t grieve, I wouldn’t feel guilt or shame, and it would be easy.
Does that make me the devil? Frankly, I don’t fucking care if it does.
And that is true pro-choice. The above quote is almost like some kind of a veiled apology, an appeal for absolution, and fuck that.
when an artist wants to show you their art
or a writer wants you to read what they’ve written
it’s quite often an expression of trust
because a poem or a story or a painting are often things that come from the heart
little pieces of the artists themselves
and if they’re willing to share it with you
you should appreciate it
There is some fairly epic photobombing going on at the Oscars this evening. Well played indeed.
I just told a guy that he’s pissed me off by sending me photos of his dick and a video of himself masturbating after I told him not to. According to him, he is now deeply hurt and offended and I should apologize to him for implying that he would ever do something to make a woman feel uncomfortable. Apparently, I’m the one to blame in this situation.
I’m not making this up. Seriously. That shit just happened, like, fifteen minutes ago.
How the event unfolded:
Me: No, please don’t do that. I’m really not comfortable with it.
Him: *does it anyway*
Me: Okay, that’s pissed me off and creeped me out and now I can’t help but wonder what else you would do that I’m not comfortable with, so I guess we won’t be getting together after all. Have a nice life and all that.
Him: How very dare you! I’m so hurt and upset! What kind of person do you think I am?! How could you imply that I would ever do something you weren’t comfortable with?!
Me: Uhhhh….but you just did. Just then. Are you retarded?
the complete set of posters, made by students at New College of Florida.
proceeds to print out and plaster these everywhere
dumbfounded a murder of crows isn’t on here.
my english told me that a group of unicorns is called a blessing and thats the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard
I have been looking for this my entire life!
One of those rare occasions when I stop to meditate on just how much love I have for the English language.
Today I got bored while waiting for my crumpets to be toasted and discovered that I can twerk. This is the kind of shit you get up to when you live alone: twerking in your kitchen with a tub of butter in one hand and a knife in the other. If I had a goldfish, I’m pretty sure it would be advertising itself on Gumtree right about now.