and you are being used. you are a chew toy for the one you love and they do not love you. love is not put on hold and resumed at anyones leisure. love is constant. it does not fuck with your head and say you’re the scum of the earth but come back the next day and the next day and the next day with an “i’m sorry” and an “i love you.”
break the cycle before it’s taken too far.
Half of them are like, “Well, he wasn’t really black, because x, y, and z. Probably what they meant was that he was a tan white guy, with olive skin like an Italian.” In spite of the fact that the portrait in the article that was regarded in his time as particularly accurate and which he had copied to give out to friends and family clearly depicts him as black.
Some people need—actually need—to live in a world with a white Beethoven, a blonde Jesus, ginger pharaohs, and a noseless Sphinx.
water u talking about beethoven was asian
I don’t have any jokes about lobsters right now but I’m sure I could come up with something in a pinch
Oh, Josh… you’ve done it now. When it comes to puns, I’m simply the bisque there is.
I’m gonna claw my eyes out if I see another pun war on my dash
Well, you butter get out of here, quick. This could get ugly.
LMAO nah feel free to laugh but like i’m sorry, what happened to her was bad but i had it way worse and i’d rather be called fat then have to go through my date again. i didn’t even put every bad thing in, that’s the SIMPLIFIED version.
So I gained a lot of weight while in Kansas. And so, my neighbors being captain obviousnesses, just had to point it out and what not… yeah okay, I fucking know I gained weight… well now I’ve lost weight. And again they had to point it out. Yeah, it feels good knowing that the little things I have done are working… but to fucking point out where and how I used to look is uncalled for.
some people are fucking idiots and missing a few brain cells necessary to properly function in social situations
i apologize for their stupidity, you should probably feel bad for them more than anything.
Alice Bradley, an author of multiple things, on gender harassment and age:
“To be a young woman in our culture means that you exist, from an alarmingly young age, for the appreciation of others. Therefore, your every feature is fair game for public appraisal.”
“There were other incidents, too; so many incidents. Every one underscored the message that I wasn’t safe, that I deserved whatever was coming to me, because I was young and a woman and that was how it was and also I should appreciate it. I tried to look unapproachable, but I don’t think my face works that way; I just looked sad and then men barked at me to cheer up, to give them a smile. I wanted to look hard and angry. Lord knows I wanted to be intimidating. It just didn’t work.
These days I feel like I’m off the hook. Like I’m free. I still do want to be intimidating, though. There are days when I want to be terrifying.”
And my poor mother wonders why I walk around in public with a scowl on my face….
OR WHAT FEELS LIKE starving myself
forcing myself to refuse certain things that i know are high in sodium or fakeness or that i’m allergic to but pretend not to be because they are so disgustingly and hypnotically delicious
also forcing myself to eat more fr00tz nd veggi3z which isn’t out of the ordinary for me but that also means i’m refusing candy and sugary things as well.
is it just me or as the days go on i’m becoming increasingly incoherent and boring???
i’ll tell you poop jokes
76 without the extra credit
reblogging for the gifs
you’re very welcome mistah :)
aw why! it’s not weird or anything, it’s not too deep (like creepy deep) and not too high (like prepubescent high), but you’re mad funny! especially in the car haha