Graphic designer, 21yrs old, genderqueer lesbian, Polyamorous, big dorky nerd, like pokemon, love video games (PS3 all the way) and I'm also Pagan. I have had about every color of hair and in crazy ways. I'm a giant bag of weird.
"The most terrifying thing is to accept oneself completely"
-Carl Gustav Jung ...
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I’m sick of magical worlds with no technology. I want fairy run coffee shops where you can get a latte with a shot of charisma, because you’ve got a big presentation you’re worried about, or witches working at Apple selling phones that automatically appear in your pocket if you accidentally leave it somewhere, or psychics running hair salons who always know how you want your hair to look, or aura reader therapists. I just really want normalized magic in modern society
… There’s a very important conversation to be had there.
If this is being brought up shouldn’t we also addressing the age of the politicians in places of power tho?
HAVE YOU SEEN THE FUCKING REPRESENTATIVES OF OUR COUNTRY? THE PEOPLE DECIDING “INTERNET LAWS” THEY LOOK LIKE THEY DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO OPERATE A FUCKING IPHONE LET ALONE PASS LAWS.
Adorable Sugar Glider Trevor eats orange and falls asleep
- Elle’s “rape claim” is that CONSENSUAL sex that we had crossed the line into being nonconsensual a week after we had it. According to Elle, the fact that my support system helped me to piece together the fact that I was being abused,…
CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT POPE FRANCIS IS SO FRIKKIN CHILL THAT IF AN ALIEN WALKED IN TO THE VATICAN HE WOULDN’T EVEN FREAK OUT HE’D JUST BE LIKE “SUP DUDE LETS GO GET YA SOME JESUS”
- Push me against the wall, the/a door
- Gently grab my chin and make me look into your eyes
- Grab my waist and pull my body against yours
- Caress my cheek
- Pull my hair
- Put your hand in the back pocket of my jeans
- Bite my lip
- Put your arms around my neck
- Tease me
- Look at me with those eyes of yours, that naughty look of yours is irresistible
Thus, the logic of the feminist argument to “Teach men not to rape” is revealed.
Yes because it’s such a radical notion to expect rapists to control themselves.
Uh, we do tell thieves not to rob, though. We actually spend a lot of energy teaching kids that stealing is wrong. We keep trying to teach them it’s wrong through their teens and adult years.
And when someone gets robbed? Cops don’t ask them if their front door was locked. They don’t ask them if they invited the thief into their house and maybe said the thief was free to take things before changing their mind the next day. And this is true even though sometimes people do get robbed by folks they invite in under false pretenses.
Cops and lawyers and judges don’t work together to make people who get robbed feel like shit for not installing extra security systems or putting bars on their windows. They don’t use people’s former history of inviting neighbors in and letting them borrow stuff to argue that they had no right to expect someone to respect their property. The media doesn’t talk about how the thief’s promising life was ruined by their victim’s decision to prosecute.
Your metaphor is bad and you should feel bad.
I’VE NEVER BEEN CUT BY TINFOIL UNTIL THIS MOMENT. TINFOIL IS EQUALLY IF NOT MORE PAINFUL AS PAPER. FUCK YOU TINFOIL
So my school is putting on a production of Macbeth and not enough guys tried out so instead of having a girl play male Macbeth, our direction said, “Fuck it, we’re doing Lesbian Macbeth”
This is the best possible solution.
I most heartily approve of this because it is awesome.
._. Why did the ask post as a text post on my phone…
Dafuq, tumblr. Get your shit together.
would you like to take part in a spoonie video project? Details are on my blog. please reblog if you can =)
-mariamongiardo.tumblr.comYeah, definitely! I’ll hop over to check it out! I’m on my phone right now, so I don’t know if I’ll find it easily.
Eggs on a bed of spinach, red onion, and green pepper, topped with roasted tomatoes (of which should have been roasted on a cookie sheet because I totally shattered the glass bakeware I cooked them in).
I don’t even know how I’m shitting as much as I am this morning. This is definitely a relatively major flare up.
Super glad I opted out of making coffee.
According to the song Seasons of Love from RENT, there are 525,600 minutes a year.
One line later, there are “525,000 Moments so dear”.
So, doing the math, we can glean that there are 600 moments which aren’t so dear.
And I think I just used one of them by walking in on my boss who forgot to lock the bathroom stall.
this post did not even remotely go in the direction I was expecting it to