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im here for women who’ve survived trauma and come out of the other end furious and spitting blood and im here for women who’ve survived trauma and ended up softer and smaller and less brave and im here for women who refuse to deal with their trauma, who fuck and fight and run, and im here for women in the middle of dealing with their trauma who cry on the floor one day and feel invincible the next im here for any woman who’s experienced trauma. you’re not handling it wrongly. you’re doing your best

thewintersupersoldier-deactivat

People go like “you can’t force diversity” as if the racial hegemony and absolute heterosexuality in media happened naturally and wasn’t carefully constructed and heavily forced by a white supremacist agenda and society’s obsession with hetero normativity

embrued

me: *lets down walls of desensitization for a minute and allows self to have a crush on someone*

me: shit, fuckfuckfuck, I fucked up I fucked up I fucked up, oh god no, shit, f

embrued

why don’t men moan more? like, in the hotness-sexual-arousal-oh-god-please-fuck-me scale it’s right up there with intelligence, messy hair, witty humour, collar bones, good perfume and sharp jaw lines, for fuck sake guys, moan, it’s really hot and it makes us want you more, christ, just fucking moan

pro tip: unless you’re 110% sure that you’re both mature enough to deal with the situation and its outcomes, don’t fuck your friends. seriously, the fuck buddy thing is not anywhere near as simple and easy as the movies make it look and it often ends with someone getting hurt.

autumnyte-old

When I was younger, I wish someone had told me straight-up that not all adults experience “a calling”. That many of them never find particular purpose in a career. That sometimes, their job is just what pays the bills and they have to seek satisfaction and fulfillment elsewhere.

Because as an adult, this pervasive notion that there exists a perfect path for everyone, that people should love what they do, and that work is meant to function as a vehicle for fulfilling a person’s grand life destiny is not only inaccurate for many of us, it can be toxic.

The ideal is so ingrained that I have to remind myself constantly I’m not a failure because I don’t adore my job, and because I’m not rocking the world with my work. That is okay.

Sometimes, work is just work. There isn’t always a perfect career path, magically waiting to be discovered. There might not be this THING you were born to do. Sometimes, you discover that what you really want to be when you grow up is “paid”.

deanplease

always reblog

pinkfloydd

YESSSS

embrued

listen, if I’m going down on you and you’re not moaning and grabbing my hair, especially if it’s in a ponytail, then what the fuck are you even doing, seriously, get your shit together, this is a team effort and you need to step the fuck up cause I don’t half ass these things, we either kill it or we don’t do it at all.