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Love Is In Small Things

By: Puuung

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Wants so badly

firebreathingmermaids

Wow the detail

#dreams

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i was at a grocery store really late one night and some old guy kind of eyed me as i walked out of the store next to this other lady. She and I made eye contact and i knew she was scared too. we loaded up our groceries into our cars as fast as possible and I had way more bags than her so she got done faster than me. I panicked because i was sure she was going to leave so i just hurried faster, shaking a little, and then i noticed she sat in her car, watching me and making sure nobody came near. She waited not until all my groceries were loaded, or until my cart was put away, or until I got into my car. No, she didn’t drive away until I drove away.

And that was the moment that I realized how much women need other women. That we can’t win this war without each other and we have to be looking out for each other, every second.

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my last year in new york city, i got off the subway around 9 or 10p.m. i only lived about 5 blocks from the f train, but i hadn’t gotten more than two before a woman’s hand suddenly touched my arm.

“that guy behind us is following you,” she said. “he was watching you leave the train car and followed you up.”

i hadn’t noticed him, or at least not noticed him following me. when we stopped outside a grocery store, he stopped half a block back and loitered. the woman linked her arm with mine and walked me several blocks out of her way to my front door and made sure i got inside safely.

another time, nocigar and i were walking home and at a stoplight a stranger grabbed my arm when i wouldn’t respond to him and tried to physically drag me over to him. she—who is, by the way, not a very physically imposing girl—ripped his hand off my arm and snarled, “don’t fucking touch her.”

protect your friends. protect strangers. there are good men in the world, but don’t wait for them to do something if you can do it yourself.

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I was at a club once and my friend left with her boyfriend so I finished my drink and was heading out to the parking lot when three girls came up to me and basically surrounded me.

“Those guys behind us were talking about following you. We can walk with you.”

I have MMA training but have never in my life had been offered the protection and sanction of my own gender. This is so important.

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GIRL CODE. FUCKIN’ GIRL CODE. LEAVE NO GIRL BEHIND. EVER.

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after footwork day

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Bey is so used to her 22 inches she flipped the air forgetting she had a pony tail.

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suburban mom gothic

delicious cookies showed up at the pta meeting. no one signed up to bring them. no one knows who put them there, but they’re better than anyone else’s. helen is fucking pissed.

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irish gothic 2

You have to pay for water now, but not with money. As you see it flowing from the tap, you feel a cold emptiness inside you. You realize, far too late, what is happening.

Walking through the street, you glance up, and from a window, you see a pointy haired man. Is it John, or Edward? Neither, he whispers, and somehow you hear him.

Bono’s been evading taxes for years. He glances over his shoulder. He can’t see them yet, but he hears their whispers.

Get the shift, they say. Get the shift. It has broken free of its earthly bonds and demands sacrifice. If you don’t get the shift soon, it will be free forever.

You’re dreaming of the Late Late Toy Show. Suddenly, all the toys fall apart, and Ryan Tubridy stares directly into your eyes. Silence falls and you know true peace. It isn’t a dream.

An American tourist asks if you know any leprechauns. Your pupils vanish and your jaw unhinges as your unholy rage is released, finally. There are no leprechauns. There never were leprechauns.

You are falling, falling, into a sea of Guinness. You aren’t scared. You know you can swim. As you touch the surface, you can feel something stirring. You’ve forgotten. It’s alive inside.

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goth-aunt

Me in chemistry class.

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i have a headcanon that after the second wizarding war, muggle technology got sort of integrated into hogwarts to allow closer communication with muggle friends and family

so they have like phones and stuff to use to call home

little daisy dursley calls home on her first day of school

Daisy: “Daddy, I made it into Ravenclaw!”

Dudley: “Oh, Ravenclaw, the, um–” [covers receiver and turns to Harry] “What the hell does that mean?”

Harry: “Smart house.”

Dudley: [goes back to Daisy] “THE SMART HOUSE! Oh, I am so proud of you!”

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my favorite tidbit about rome is that in the mid-1800s one of the popes didnt like the statues in rome having dicks so he ordered them knocked off. fast forward to the last decade or so and art historians in conjunction with the vatican are trying to erm. restore. the statues. but the dicks were just. kept in a box. so art historians are going around rome, with a box of dicks, trying to match them up to their owner.

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A reminder for the Americans in the audience that Guy Fawkes was not a heroic freedom fighter. He was a reactionary theocrat, and the Gunpowder Plot was part of a bizarre scheme to force everyone to become Catholic. Just ‘cause you want to blow up the King doesn’t automatically make you the good guy.