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I’m a stay at home mum without the kids

swarnpert

write ‘nothing is set in stone’ on my grave as both a witty joke and a subtle warning that i will be back

libr4baby

“Dad wants us to pick up where he left off, saving people, hunting things, f a m i l y business.”

#supernatural #spn

clarkent

people villainize superman’s “perfection,” but when he fails to save someone, when he doesn’t stop every disaster, or win every battle, you say “he’s superman, he should have saved them.” you complain about him when he saves the day, you complain when he doesn’t. you call him “too perfect,” but fail to see that he isn’t, not even superman can be everywhere at once.

this-is-persona-non-grata

gee Clark Kent, you seem awfully defensive of Superman…

moongurly

I get scared when I’m showering and I hear noise like what if my family is being murdered out there and I have no time to get dressed I am going to have to fight this person naked; tiddies flying and all dat shit

sinful-debauchery

I had this too for a while, but then I remembered that occasionally ancient Celtic warriors would fight fully nude just to show their opponent how unafraid and fierce they were. I think any home invader would be more than a little taken aback by an angry, flaily, wibbly-wobbly naked person fighting them.

5secondsofsummerdaily

MAY 6, 2015 [x]

#ashton irwin #5sos #goodbye i am dead

Stranger: *bumps into me*

Me: Oh my god, I'm sorry!

Friend: *bumps into me*

Me: u wana fuckign GO i can take on 20 skeletons at the same time dont test me

Signs as 90's aesthetics

Aries: matching outfits, choker necklaces, hip hop, fun coloured lip-stick

Taurus: baggy pants, Lip Smackers, nose jobs, smiley face appliqués, multiple ponytails

Gemini: clunky computers, John Hughes movies, plaid, glitter on everything, Ying-tangs

Cancer: pastel-coloured hair, Lisa Frank, short hair, Japanese candy, fuzzy crop tops

Leo: metallic mini-skirts, psychedelic everything, statement eyeliner, fake piercings

Virgo: platform sneakers, grid patterns, multiple rings, halter tops, overalls

Libra: under the bleachers makeout sessions, body glitter, high-waisted jeans, rompers

Scorpio: Britney Spears music, full Adidas outfits, oversized flannels, Doc Martens

Sagittarius: denim, statement everything, high ponytails with braids, lipgloss

Capricorn: short skirts, knee high socks, jelly shoes, strawberry milkshakes, florals

Aquarius: aliens, sequins, Bralets as shirts, frilly socks, friendship bracelets, mom jeans

Pisces: cat-lady fashion, crimped hair, mesh on clothing, house-parties, gold colours

partytilfajr

“Opposites attract” should be reserved for like “she’s messy and he’s neat!” Not like “she’s supportive and he’s a soul-sucking toxic person!”

oomshi

do i have a crush on you or am i just lonely

glitterproxy-blog

do i like you or do i like that you like me

sweetsugarydeathx-deactivated20

do I like you or do I like the idea of you

nerdswithanxietysaywhat

do i want to be in a relationship or do i just want to prove that i’m worthy of one

meladoodle

nothing pisses me off more than the fact that 90% of women’s jeans have non-functioning pockets but baby clothes have proper pockets? what are babies carrying around that i’m not? baby wallets? fuck off

inkskinned

my name is BABY and you lean out of your car and spit at my feet it lands in a puddle in front of me and i am thirteen and in a suburban neighborhood on the way home from school and i gag and run with my backpack banging like the echo of your words against my back like you are chasing me all the way home my name is SWEETIE and i am fifteen in the city with my friends for the first time and we get a little lost and you follow us for a full block you name my friends HONEY and DARLING and WHY THE FUCK WON’T YOU TALK TO ME my name is NICE ASS and it’s two in the afternoon and i still feel my heart slam against my ribs because i am under a hundred and fifty pounds and i have weak lungs and weaker fists and while you saunter down the steps, swinging the beer bottle in your fist, my father who is walking behind me shouts, “she’s seventeen, you dipshit” and maybe i’m near my family but i don’t feel safe until we’re home again my name is JAILBAIT and my friend is laughing and we just graduated high school and we feel like we are on the brink of something beautiful and terrifying and she is in heels and about to throw up and you name her DRUNK ENOUGH and i have to physically drag you off and when we go home she cries for four hours because a night that should have been just teenage fun almost resulted in the end of her trust of humans my name is LOOK AT THOSE TITS and we are on a college campus and the boy i am with holds onto my waist just a little tighter while you drive up next to me. you name him THUG and throw a bottle at his forehead. i can’t stop shaking until long after it’s over. he says “it happens,” and i say, “it shouldn’t.” my name is DAMN GIRL and we are walking down the street. there are ten of you and two of us and you snap a picture when you think we’re not looking. you tell us to either come inside or you’ll fuck us on the street. you all laugh like this is funny. this is compliment. this is just something boys do to get ladies. my name is LITTLE LADY, my name is FINE MISS, my name is FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOUR FRIENDS, my name is LOOK ME IN THE FACE, my name is STOP FROWNING, my name is SMILE, my name is WHY DID YOU EVEN GLANCE AT HIM YOU WERE ASKING FOR IT, my name is THIS IS A COMPLIMENT so i looked it up according to Oxford that’s “a polite expression of praise or admiration” i think you’ve got the definitions mixed up my name is PRETTY THING, my name takes nice words and make them into bullet wounds my name is NICE BODY and no girl i know has dated a man who catcalled her, my name is GREAT RACK and it turns out that if you shout things at a stranger, they sound like knives more than flowers, my name is WOMEN LIKE YOU NEVER KNOW THEIR PLACE and every single “nice” thing you say to a woman is something you’d never utter to another man because you know that it’s derogatory, my name is PRINCESS and A REASON TO GET PUT IN PRISON and if another man spoke to your mother sister girlfriend like that, you’d kill him my name is SEXY and every time i hear someone raising their voice i am thirteen again and i don’t know who you are and i’m running home with a weight on my shoulders and your words like a slap to my spine and your laughter like a hanging, i am scared and alone and suddenly so small, and compliments are supposed to make me feel good not afraid for my life, compliments are a way of saying “i care and i appreciate you and i thought you should know it,” and if you really meant it as a compliment, you’d care about how i would take it - but you don’t mean it like that, you mean it to show off, you mean it to make us object, you mean it to shove our names into your back pocket so you can tell your friends “i saw the HOTTEST LITTLE THING yesterday” and they can groan about how we just walked away because you don’t see us go home with keys in our fists and all the lights on and we keep 911 dialed just in case and we triple-check our locks and we don’t fall asleep at all because your compliment knocked us over and took who we are if we are all saying “it doesn’t sound like a compliment, it sounds like a threat,” if you really wanted to make us feel good - wouldn’t you stop doing it?

COMPLIMENT =/= CATCALL // r.i.d (via inkskinned)

Here is a story: if I go out for a drive in either of my fast cars and I have my window rolled down or I stop to get gas, I get cat-called. 100% of the time. It is not a possibility, or a probability: it is a fact. Sometimes I put male friends in the passenger seat so they can see what it’s like. They climb in dubious and climb out in shock.

Cat-calling is not a compliment. And while 16-year-old Maggie often silently hurried on her way in the face of one, 32-year-old Maggie has fangs. I hope one day that girls won’t need them.

(via maggie-stiefvater)