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When you scroll past some badly written smut
-_- and :/ are irreplaceable emoticons that emojis will never be able to touch
literally 😑 & 😕
if you think 😕 has the same power as :/ you are a blind fool
Fun fact: Madam Zeroni, Yzma, and the signer of the song “Santa Baby” are the same person!
Eartha Kitt (1927-2008) was born in cotton fields in South Carolina as the result of a rape by a white plantation owner. Given away by her mother she moved to New York, dropped out of high school, and was homeless until she was discovered for her singing and performed touring Europe.
What an incredible woman.
I have to reblog…..its Madam Zeroni. I see her picture, i reblog. Not taking any chances
Her being Eartha Kitt is enough alone for me to reblog
Earths Kitt’s entire career is amazing. She was an outspoken civil rights activist and just an utterly good person. I remember hearing news of her death on the radio during a roadtrip and crying silently until we reached our destination.
I was shook when she died strong intelligent and just plain incredible. She had a voice and used it for good. It hurts my heart hearing the things she had to go thru
She was like our eclectic auntie. The one that gives you the best damn advice of your life, sees you question everything that you thought you knew, and then gave you the warmest hug while jokingly calling you an idiot for being emotional but you know it was all love.
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this is like so funny but terrifying¿ im laughing partially out of fear
not to get wildly specific but you know that feeling of euphoric vindication you get when you’re driving the correct speed and someone is riding your ass trying to intimidate you to go faster and you don’t do it because you don’t believe in living your life recklessly to appease other people so they get in the next lane over so they can speed up in front of you but karma grabs them by the throat and they get stuck behind someone going under the speed limit so they have to drive back behind you because you’re an adequate driver and you know what you’re doing and you can feel the guilt + shame permeating their vehicle as you just continue listening to your music of choice and safely heading towards your destination like lmao i would die for that feeling
“really?” I say to inanimate objects that are not working like they usually do
some kid: *watches The Incredibles for the first time* WOW THAT'S AN AWESOME MOVIE!
me: you know they're making a second one
kid: REALYY??!! WHEN??
me: next year unfortunately :/
kid: awwww that's a super long time to wait
me: *eye twitches*
it sucks how much straight women don’t want to consider lesbians and bi women as fellow women. while straight girls laugh at straight men who say “no homo” and refuse to be affectionate with each other, they adopt similar attitudes; if a girl they know is discovered to be gay or bi, she often loses those opportunities to be affectionate or “one of the girls”. little things, like changing in the locker room (“we’re all girls, we’ve seen it all”) become like warzones where any accidental glance from a gay or bi girl is interpreted as a predatory advance. when gay and bi girls come out, straight women do not trust us. they assume we are just like men and will use similar tactics to try and hit on or ensnare girls in relationships. the mutual respect we once had dissolves as our every movement is scrutinized because, oh my god, what if that lesbian is actually interested in me? crushes in particular are difficult. if you don’t admit to your friend that you might be interested in her, she thinks you’ve betrayed her and secretly been objectifying her against her will. if you do admit it, you’re considered a nasty pervert who doesn’t know how to just be friends with someone. most of the time, it’s hard to decipher for oneself if there is attraction there; for a lot of gay and bi women, we realize that we are attracted to women because those feelings we had for our friends, important women in our life, etc. are actually more than friendship. now we’re demanded to parse out our attractions like its black and white: either we just want to be friends, and we can be trusted, although she may be disappointed a gay girl isn’t interested in her, or we are hopelessly in love and lust, and must be avoided. it’s not always clear cut! it’s not always possible to tell whether feelings for friends are just friendship or more, and most of us have nothing to guide us in our analysis of those feelings!
stop placing these expectations on your gay and bi friends. please, treat us like people, like your other female friends, not predators looking to exploit friendships with innocent straight girls for our gain. we need friends, just like anyone else, and it can be genuinely traumatizing dealing with straight girls who dehumanize us like this. we’re not your fucking enemies, so stop treating us like it.
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Knowledge is knowing that Frankenstein is not the monster.
Wisdom is knowing that Frankenstein is the monster.
I said many ignorant people nowadays thought ‘Frankenstein’ was the name of the monster, and not of the scientist who created him. Mary Shelley said, ‘That’s not so ignorant after all. There are two monsters in my story, not one. And one of them, the scientist, is indeed named Frankenstein.’
(Kurt Vonnegut)
It makes you want to give Mary Shelley a high five. I’m glad she knew how brilliant she was all along.
Proof once again that women know where shit is at. People argue nature versus nurture and she was already saying it doesn’t mean shit in 1818. You are your choices; ‘cool motive still murder’ at it’s finest.
“he doesnt bark he just yells”