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“i looked in the mirror and cried. i look like an egg”
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plot twist: JK rowling writes a series on voldemorts point of view
“i looked in the mirror and cried. i look like an egg”
Someone screwed up your reincarnation papers, and you’re reborn as yourself. You start your whole life over, with all the knowledge and wisdom (or lack thereof) you had when you died.
“The low-maintenance woman, the ideal woman, has no appetite. This is not to say that she refuses food, sex, romance, emotional effort; to refuse is petulant, which is ironically more demanding. The woman without appetite politely finishes what’s on her plate, and declines seconds. She is satisfied and satisfiable.
A man’s appetite can be hearty, but a woman with an appetite is always voracious: her hunger always overreaches, because it is not supposed to exist. If she wants food, she is a glutton. If she wants sex, she is a slut. If she wants emotional care-taking, she is a high-maintenance bitch or, worse, an “attention whore”: an amalgam of sex-hunger and care-hunger, greedy not only to be fucked and paid but, most unforgivably of all, to be noticed.”
— Hunger Makes Me, Jess Zimmerman
Christ, this article made me legit well up in tears at work…
“Women talk ourselves into needing less, because we’re not supposed to want more—or because we know we won’t get more, and we don’t want to feel unsatisfied. We reduce our needs for food, for space, for respect, for help, for love and affection, for being noticed, according to what we think we’re allowed to have. Sometimes we tell ourselves that we can live without it, even that we don’t want it. But it’s not that we don’t want more. It’s that we don’t want to be seen asking for it. And when it comes to romance, women always, always need to ask.”
THIS. SO FUCKING THIS.
may the last two months of 2018 be filled with pleasant plot twists, spontaneous fun, and good vibes.
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Songs with the same bpm but played over different than original video tracks give me life
“He pulled Harry’s wand from his pocket and began to trace it through the air, writing three shimmering words:
tom marvolo riddle
Then he waved the wand once, and the letters of his name rearranged themselves:
Mr. Tom, a Dildo Lover
“wait, shit, no,” said Riddle. “
Murder at Disney
If Edna dissed me like that I’d have to throw my whole self in the trash out of shame.
20gayteen is almost over. then we’ll have 20biteen. but what will we do for 2020
we vote.
We vote.
sing us a song, youre the piano man
Some baby animals to warm your stone cold heart.
And the award for most relatable Harry Potter quote goes to:
“No, I’m fine,” said Harry, wondering why he kept telling people this, and wondering whether he had ever been less fine.
sing us a song you’re the piano man