so today in the dressing room there was this hot guy in his underwear so i decided to take a picture of his bulge and i forgot my fucking flash was on… finish the story yourself
taking my make-up off at the end of the night is both a depressing and gratifying experience because it exposes how bad my skin is, but also proves that i’m a fucking artist for hiding my hot mess so well
omg i love people that have an unexpected aspect to them
like some girl you know who wears light pastel or polkadot dresses who is actually hardcore into classic rock
or a really loud, obnoxious, athletic swaggy boy who’s favorite show is doctor who
or even a really quiet, awkward girl who makes a lot of penis jokes
i love those people
Anonymous asked: Do you not believe hate breeds more hate?
I believe “hate breeds more hate” is a phrase that
- is used to blame the victims of hateful actions for those actions
- deliberately ignores the source of the hate
- excuses the oppressor
- attempts to control how the oppressed react to their oppressors
If Person A says something cissexist to Person B & Person B responds aggressively, Person B is not “breeding more hate.” Person A is obviously already hateful. Person B has every single fucking right to be angry.
We have every single fucking right to be angry.
i know what you’re going through i read the perks of being a wallflower
We’re at a family reunion and some dude asked my dad when I was getting married and with a totally straight face my dad was like “we’re just going to give her to whichever young man can provide us with the largest flock of goats”
my mum nearly sold me to a tribe of African warriors in Kenya in exchange for 100 giraffes because she can’t speak Swahili but I escaped