This piece is about prude-shaming and compulsory sexuality. It’s sort of a companion to this other piece, which is about slut-shaming and how wanting to have lots of casual, unconventional sex doesn’t make you a bad person.

shark vs the universe

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noise dept.
we're not kids anymore.
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Today's Document
Xuebing Du

#extradirty

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Cosmic Funnies

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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This piece is about prude-shaming and compulsory sexuality. It’s sort of a companion to this other piece, which is about slut-shaming and how wanting to have lots of casual, unconventional sex doesn’t make you a bad person.
*bear in scrubs walks into waiting room*”Sorry to be the bear-er of bad news but I’m a bear and your son died cause bears can’t do surgery”
— Joe (@lazy_joe_)
May 12, 2013
riots not diets.
these women really intrigue me.
(S)HERO.
bears plus maps. TOOO MUCHHH.
Becca.
yup.
lez be real pals, i get really fucking bogged down sometimes. i have recently started to realize that having whimsical experiences and having heart connections with others are coping mechanisms for me and make me feel ‘spiritually rich’ as jessica would say. here are some examples of how i make...
If You Come Softly
If you come as softly As wind within the trees You may hear what I hear See what sorrow sees.
If you come as lightly As threading dew I will take you gladly Nor ask more of you.
You may sit beside me Silent as a breath Only those who stay dead Shall remember death.
And if you come I will be silent Nor speak harsh words to you. I will not ask you why, now. Or how, or what you do.
We shall sit here, softly Beneath two different years And the rich earth between us Shall drink our tears.
pizza bjorn.
Well, now If little by little You stop loving me, I shall stop Loving you Little by Little. If suddenly You forget me Do not look for me For I shall Already have Forgotten You.
-Pablo Neruda