a 21st century whore
Trudy; excited over categorizing/naming things, design,
eating food with bare hands, personifications and tv shows.
I also like to make
stupid graphics.


times dumber than advertised
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(Source: radicalfeministuprising)

"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….

First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”

But here is what I think you should know.

You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.

You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.

You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).

You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.

In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.

In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.”

— Libby Anne (via newwavenova)

(Source: dumbledoresarmy-againstbigotry)

In front of our house there are 2 absolute bros who are drunkenly arguing in the most openly emotional way.

Like, really, one of them was actually crying, shouting “I can’t do this anymore, we don’t even hang out anymore! Why don’t you leave me alone?”

And the other one, choking back his own tears: “Because YOU ARE FUCKING IMPORTANT TO ME!”

This seemed to be about a friend, who bro #1 feels threatened by or something.

Oh and not a lovers spat, they kept talking about their friendship and one mentioned his gf. 

theuniblog:

charminglyantiquated:

a little love story about mermaids and tattoos

For a second when the mermaid smiled with her jagged teeth I thought she was gonna eat the sailor.

theuniblog:

charminglyantiquated:

a little love story about mermaids and tattoos

For a second when the mermaid smiled with her jagged teeth I thought she was gonna eat the sailor.

❝Schienenersatzverkehr❞

German one-word horror story (via germannn)

  • die Schiene = rail, track, railway; also: splint
  • der Ersatz = replacement, substitute, spare, surrogate, …
  • der Verkehr = traffic

der Schienenersatzverkehr = rail replacement bus service

And the horror goes on

  • halten = to stop
  • die Stelle = place, site, position, spot

die Haltestelle = (bus or tram) stop, station

die Schienenersatzverkehrshaltestelle = rail replacement bus stop

(via thatswhywelovegermany)

bangbangpoppop:

BOLD what applies to you:

Appearance:

I am 5’4 or shorter.
I have many scars.
I tan easily.
I wish my hair was a different color.
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color. 
I have a tattoo.
I am self-conscious about my appearance. 
I have/I’ve had/I need braces.
I wear glasses.
I’d get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free, scar-free. 
I’ve been told I’m attractive by a complete stranger. 
I have more than 2 piercings.
I have piercings in places besides my ears.
I have freckles. 

Family/Home Life:
I’ve sworn at my parents. 
I’ve been kicked out of the house.
I have a sibling less than one year old.
I want to have kids someday. (at least maybe???)
I have children.
I’ve lost a child.

Embarrassment:
I’ve slipped out a “lol” in a spoken conversation. 
Disney movies still make me cry.

I’ve snorted while laughing. 
I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried. 
I’ve glued my hand to something.

I’ve laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose.
I’ve had my pants rip in public. 

Health:
I was born with a disease/impairment.
I’ve had stitches.
I’ve broken a bone.
I’ve had my tonsils removed.
I’ve sat in a doctor’s office with a friend.
I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.
I’ve had surgery.
I’ve had chicken pox.

Traveling:
I’ve driven over 200 miles in one day.
I’ve been to Canada.
I’ve been to Niagara Falls.
I’ve been to Japan.
I’ve Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.
I’ve been to Spain.
I’ve been to Africa.
I’ve been to Italy.
I’ve been to France.
I’ve been to London.


Experiences:

I’ve been lost in my city.
I’ve seen a shooting star.

I’ve wished on a shooting star.
I’ve seen a meteor shower.
I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas.
I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.
I’ve been to a casino.
I’ve been skydiving.
I’ve gone skinny dipping.
I’ve played spin the bottle.
I’ve crashed a car.
I’ve been skiing.
I’ve been in a play.
I’ve met someone in person from the internet.
I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue.
I’ve seen the Northern Lights.
I’ve sat on a roof top at night.
I’ve played chicken.
I’ve played a prank on someone.
I’ve ridden in a taxi.
I’ve seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
I’ve eaten Sushi.
I’ve been snowboarding.


Relationships:
I’m single.
I’m in a relationship.
I’m available.
I’m engaged.
I’m married.
I’ve gone on a blind date.
I’ve been the dumpee more than the dumper.
I miss someone right now.
I have a fear of abandonment.

I’ve been divorced.
I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back.

Sexuality:
I’ve had a crush on someone of the same gender.
I’ve kissed a member of the same gender. 
I’ve had sex with more than one person at the same time.
I am a cuddler.
I’ve been kissed in the rain.
I’ve had sex outdoors.
I’ve hugged a stranger.
I have kissed a stranger.

I have had sex with a stranger.

Honesty/Crime:
I’ve done something I promised someone else I wouldn’t.
I have lied to my parents about where I am.
I am keeping a secret from the world.
I’ve cheated while playing a game.

I’ve run a red light.
I’ve been suspended from school.
I’ve witnessed a crime.
I’ve been in a fist fight.
I’ve been arrested.
I’ve shoplifted.

Drugs/Alcohol:
I’ve consumed alcohol.
I’ve smoked a cigarette.

I(‘ve) smoke(d) pot.
I regularly drink.
I’ve taken painkillers when I didn’t need them.
I’ve done hard drugs.
I’ve been addicted to an illegal drug

amygaertner:

Swiss modernist rock posters by Mike Joyce. (view the rest .x.)

amygaertner:

Swiss modernist rock posters by Mike Joyce. (view the rest .x.)

Anonymous: why is "hate breeds more hate" a bad thing to say?

lookatthisfuckingoppressor:

Oh so many reasons.

1) it equates the anger of the oppressed to the hate of their oppressors.
2) it blames oppressed groups for their oppression. Bigotry doesn’t exist because people hate bigots. It exists because oppressed people oppose it. It exists because of bigots and because of privileged folks being complicit or tacitly condoning systems of oppression.
3) it’s fundamentally untrue. Hatred of oppression doesn’t lead to more hatred; it leads to progress.
4) it is used to attack any attempt by oppressed people to obtain liberation. Point out that something or someone is repulsively racist and all of a sudden you’re “breeding more hate”.

It’s a fundamental misrepresentation of reality that blames victims and excuses fucked up behavior.

urbanoutfitters:

Our ideal reading nook.

urbanoutfitters:

Our ideal reading nook.

Radical feminists: the sex industry is dangerous to women!
Sex workers: I experience these dangers and also depend on my job to support myself, so will you support me in making my working conditions safer?
Radical feminists: the sex industry results in human trafficking!
Sex workers: actually, sex trafficking statistics are confused with trafficking statistics for domestic labor and often include voluntary sex workers such as migrant workers.
Radical feminists: the sex industry causes rape!
Sex workers: we're at risk of violence due to stigma surrounding our work that results in an inability to report that basically allows rapists to target us without giving us any recourse.
Radical feminists: we need to shut down the sex industry to protect these women!
Sex workers: forcing us out of our jobs is just going to force us into poverty though, why don't you listen to us and help us make our work safer?
Radical feminists: false consciousness! handmaidens of the patriarchy!
Sex workers: I thought you wanted to help us?
Radical feminists: fuck you for selling out women! You deserve what you get! Throwing women under the bus!
Sex workers: . . .
Radical feminists: I only care about trafficked women!
Sex trafficking survivors: criminalization actually makes things worse for us by contributing to stigma, statist violence and limiting our ability to access support through peer-based organizations and other workers
Radical feminists: abolish the sex industry!
Sex workers and trafficking survivors: . . .

ohhisusiepie:

Whew!! Here are some sassy sailor scouts for your dash!! I hope everyone enjoys them!!

… super flat everything. FOREVER.

ohhisusiepie:

Whew!! Here are some sassy sailor scouts for your dash!! I hope everyone enjoys them!!

… super flat everything. FOREVER.

“Who are you?” he would ask her every day.

No one,” she would answer, she who had been Arya of House Stark, Arya Underfoot, Arya Horseface. She had been Arry and Weasel too, and Squab and Salty, Nan the cupbearer, a grey mouse, a sheep, the ghost of Harrenhal… but not for true, not in her heart of hearts. In there she was Arya of Winterfell, the daughter of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn, who had once had brothers named Robb and Bran and Rickon, a sister named Sansa, a direwolf called Nymeria, a half brother named Jon Snow. In there she was someone… but that was not the answer that he wanted.

(Source: mashamorevna)

“Who are you?” he would ask her every day.

No one,” she would answer, she who had been Arya of House Stark, Arya Underfoot, Arya Horseface. She had been Arry and Weasel too, and Squab and Salty, Nan the cupbearer, a grey mouse, a sheep, the ghost of Harrenhal… but not for true, not in her heart of hearts. In there she was Arya of Winterfell, the daughter of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn, who had once had brothers named Robb and Bran and Rickon, a sister named Sansa, a direwolf called Nymeria, a half brother named Jon Snow. In there she was someone… but that was not the answer that he wanted.

(Source: mashamorevna)

jaclcfrost:

[touches own boob] nice

beben-eleben:

Pretty Girls Making Ugly Faces