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“Me: So you know that boy that I really liked? Friend:…Yea. Me: Well he did a thing and now I don’t like him anymore. Friend: Oh no! I’m so sor- Me: Anyway, thank GOD thats whole feelings thing is over lol Friend: ….”

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ignorethiswanderingblog

Jokes on you, me, we’re married now

Help, I forget how to use this app!

barkingsparrow

Me too, Rosa, me too

cat-tully

questionableadvice

~ Popular Amusements, Rev. J.T. Crane, D.D., 1870

supertiagirl

Do you ever meet someone and you just know that you were meant to meet them….and you totally love them in a completely platonic way…and it gets so bad that you start to fantasize about living with that person because you know that you two would totally become sisters and like rule the fucking world and stuff….cause I do….;D

necromancer-feminist-deactivate

thatfilthyanimal

Say that at 18 I slap down enough money so I could have my whole body covered head-to-toe in tattoos, piercings all over myself, a mountain of cigarettes, plastic surgery, and plan to have like 20 babies… but if I try at all to safely make it impossible for me to breed for the sake of my health suddenly its like WOAH THERE SLOW DOWN MISSY YOU’RE NOT READY FOR THIS KIND OF COMMITMENT YET

theonewholovesbooks

I have stage III Endometriosis, which means I have to get my uterus removed because I literally have terrible cramps ALL THE TIME and not just when I’m on my period. Now, I’ve always said I don’t want any children for personal reasons and I don’t need my uterus, really. I am not worried about that surgery and I don’t feel any kind of nostalgia over an organ I won’t ever use.

The thing is, my doctor is a ‘man’. This ‘man’ told me I had to get pregnant right now before it’s too late. I told him I didn’t want to get pregnant and explained the multiple reasons but what, do you ask, did my doctor have to say about this? ‘Well, better have a kid now because just imagine how depressing it must be being a thirty-something woman without children and a husband?’

I was diagnosed a year ago. I should have gone through surgery six months ago and I still can’t find a doctor that will perform the surgery without trying to force me to have children first. Basically, if you’re a woman you don’t have a say in what can and cannot be done to your body without a shitload of people getting in the way AND I’M FUCKING SICK OF IT.

doodlyood

A dear friend of mine wanted to have her tubes tied. She was about to give birth to twins and the doctors wouldn’t consent because she wasn’t 21 yet. She had already had children and they still refused to let her have the procedure.

rcmclachlan

My friend got a vasectomy a week after asking his doctor for one, no problem. He was 25.

Me? I’ve asked 4 different doctors for some kind of permanent sterilisation—tubal ligation or Essure or whatever—and I get a pat on the head and a “You’d regret it if you did.”

Oh, DIDN’T REALIZE YOU HAD A DIRECT LINE TO MY BRAIN.

bidyke

This is horrifying.

lizzy-stardust-deactivated20160

I like my whisky like I like my men.

Twice my age and from Scotland.

gap-var-ginnunga

smoky, full-bodied and leaves you gasping a little.

varyingdegreesofawesome

left in an oak barrel for at least 3 years, with very little oxygen

ignorethiswanderingblog

With a slight hint of citrus, and put in fancy packaging.

lizzy-stardust-deactivated20160

I like my whisky like I like my men.

Twice my age and from Scotland.

gap-var-ginnunga

smoky, full-bodied and leaves you gasping a little.

varyingdegreesofawesome

left in an oak barrel for at least 3 years, with very little oxygen

lordofthejohnlock-deactivated20

*magnetos away from my responsibilities* like

darkwingsnark

#i love how ‘Magneto’ is being used as a verb #like ‘flying’ or ‘levitating’ could have been used and still made sense #but with ‘magnetos’ you get the sense that the speaker ascends with great disdain for humanity and their petty matters #truly a beautiful verb (via roboromantic)

migraines

so had my first actual migraine today.

i'm a massage therapist... so i frequently have clients come in that suffer from migraines on a regular basis. and i frequently get tension headaches myself.

BUT THIS.

i had empathy before... but now i'll never question someone who says they have a migraine.

prozdvoices

dandydoll said:

A super villain without a super villain laugh

needs a little work

doom-tech

miraniel

An open letter to the Tumblr Staff from the blogger you just screwed over

Okay, staff, I am super freaking pissed about the update and here’s why.

I cannot read your new format.

I’m not trying to be whiny or nitpicky or over-dramatic. I can appreciate that you were attempting to make things look more organised/less confusing/whatever. I also expect the new format is a great improvement for people who have screen readers. That’s great. That’s fine.

I just cannot freaking read this. I have dyslexia, and my dyslexia is set off by pictures, bold, italics, anything that is more “interesting” to my brain than plain, unadorned text.

Like this monstrosity:

Look at it. Just look at it. The pictures get in between the lines of text, there’s distracting colors and pictures everywhere. The names are bolded when they’re really not the most important thing. Looking at this, I see everything except what I’m supposed to see, that cheesy series of puns. (No pun intended.)

You literally couldn’t have made a worse format for me if you’d tried.

The thing is, your format was what made me really like Tumblr in the first place. It was super clear who was writing something new, because look, there was a freaking line pointing right to it. Unless someone started writing in all caps or bold or whatever, all the text in a post had the same amount of emphasis. Finally, SOMETHING ON THE INTERNET I COULD READ.

And now, now I can’t read any of it at all.

So yeah, I’m pissed.

Like, I know that you’re not going to change it back, because you never seem to listen when anyone on your site complains about anything. I’m not sure why I bothered writing this to you guys, given your track record.

But now’s your chance to prove me wrong. Seriously, the least you could do is give us an option here. You’ve still got the old code. Just stick a button somewhere to revert to the old format so I can enjoy my text posts in peace.

Sincerely,

Dyslexic Blogger