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What do Bangtan talk about?
What do you think they talk about when they are alone together? If you have lived with someone for so long is there anything more to talk about? Do they walk in comfortable silence? I guess they lived a life before they met and they still have their own life, but is there enough time spent alone to allow constant new material to come up? Do they repeat what they have said in the past and, despite having heard it before, do the others listen, do they contribute with their own over-told stories and tales? Do they talk about how they experienced a particular moment? After all, we all experience moments differently despite having lived the same one. Do they walk and share a mutual appreciation for each other? Or do they feel it necessary to express their fondness of the others? Maybe what they talk about is stupid, string together false tales that they wish were true. Make their lives sound somehow even more interesting than they already are. Maybe they talk about a comment they saw that they thought was hilarious, or just interesting enough to fill the silence they may wish to not fall into. Either way I hope theyâre happy with the time they spend together, even though it might be frustrating or exhausting, as there is no faulting the relationship they have.
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This is why I donât tell 99% people im bisexual
I love how gay people do it too. Just⌠really? Youâre literally saying the same shit to bisexuals that straight people say to you, and you donât see the hypocrisy?Â
If youre biphobic or hate bisexuals, fucking unfollow me, for serious.
If youre biphobic or hate bisexuals, fucking unfollow me, for serious.
Why is this a thing like really? Homosextual people of ALL beings should understand that you like what you like and if the answer multiple choice then thatâs just more love to go around non?
BY REBLOGGING THIS YOU ARE SAYING THAT YOUR BLOG IS COMPLETELY ACCEPTING OF BI FOLKS!!! BISEXUAL PEOPLE ARE PART OF THE LGBT+ COMMUNITY AND IF YOU DISAGREE, PLEASE UNFOLLOW ME
I know this is not DBH related. Iâm bisexual but reading this is just ughâŚ
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This is true btw. I did a report about Ann Boney in school and Read actually liked her back so they ran away together and were considered the two most terrifying pirates across the seven seas
Lesbian Pirates
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Just fyi - many of the illustrations and statues of them show them with their breasts exposed. This is not because they are sexualising lesbians but because these women often used to open their shirts and expose a breast when they killed a man just so the manâs dying thought would be the realisation that he was killed by a woman.
tits out for murder!!! a true aesthetic!!!
TITS OUT FOR MURDER
Living for this. Seriously give me this film!
the only thing i knew about sex at the age of nine was that
1) it was for mommies and daddies who were married;
2) it made me, my five year old sister, and my baby brother.
i learned everything i knew about sex from the internet while secretly browsing grownup sites on my 4th generation ipod touch i earned for doing so well at a piano recital. because of the nature of, you know, men and their internet porn, i learned that my sexual role as a woman was to be slapped and pissed on and tied up. i didnât know what healthy sex was. i didnât know it should be mutually consensual, or that it was okay to want sex with girls. i didnât know that sex should be good for both people. i learned that sex would hurt, and that sex was about men and men only, and that i would be forced into sex whether i liked it or not, and that it was normal to have sex with big, burly, grown men as a teenager. i learned it was normal to cry during sex. i was scared of sex for so many years because of that, and the way i was exposed to sex at a young age led to the inappropriate and traumatic sexual encounters i had (occasionally with older people) later on in my teen years.
the day i got my first period, i was ten-and-a-half. i was swimming in the river with my best friend, and when i got out to go to the bathroom, i noticed brown blood on the inside of my mint-green tankini bottom. i knew what a period was, but i hid it from my mother in shame. she found out, eventually, of course. she told me, you have a womanâs body now, and if you have sex, you could have a baby. all i heard was, you have a womanâs body.
i started shaving my vulva when i was eleven, because i saw memes on memegenerator about how disgusting âhairy pussyâ was. i wanted to be sexy. i was eleven years old, and all i wanted was to be sexy. it hurt, and it itched, and it made me uncomfortable, and iâd sometimes nick my labia with the razor, but i did it anyway, because i didnât want to have a nasty, âhairy pussy.â
eleven was the age i first started getting pinched on the EL. i was an early bloomer: i had B-cup breasts already, and my menstrual cycle was regular enough that i could keep a calendar. i started wearing a full face of makeup to school and buying shorts that rode all the way up my skinny twelve-year-old thighs. i remember the day i stopped jumping off the swings the summer after fifth grade. skinned knees werenât sexy. smooth, flawless legs were sexy, and i was a sexy girl. i was probably the sexiest little girl in the whole world. my parents hated it. they told me i was too young, but i knew the truth. my body was older, maybe 17 or 18, so my brain must be, too.
when i was twelve, i had a secret kik account that my parents didnât know about. i used it to message strangers. i made all sorts of friends. i wasnât stupid. i used a fake name. never showed my face. one of my friends asked me for a bra picture. i was a cool girl, right, i was sexy, so i sent him a picture of me in front of my bedroom mirror in my little white training bra with the blue butterflies.
sexy, he said.
that was all i wanted.
iâm not typing out all this bullshit because i think itâs something special. iâm typing it out because itâs not. iâm typing it out because i see the same thing happening to my little sister. iâm typing it out because i see the same thing happening to that little millie bobbie brown, sexiest actress at thirteen. iâm typing it out because iâm sixteen years old now, a girl in the eyes of the law and a woman in the eyes of men.
mothers, talk to your daughters. tell them to jump off the swingset and skin their knees. tell them to get dirt on their dresses. tell them that theyâre a woman on their 18th birthday, not at ten-and-a-half on the first day of their menstrual cycle. the world is confused. the world is sick. if your daughters donât hear about how to treat their bodies from you, theyâll hear it from the sick, sick world, and theyâll do the things i did.
let girls be girls.
donât force womanhood on little girls.
i encourage men to reblog this post
Iâm not a man but ppl need to hear this