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@quimie
exchanging grammatically correct emails with adults is the most uncomfortable form of human interaction in existence
People who unironically reblog this have to psych themselves up for 15+ minutes to make phone calls
ur fucking right we do
WHY DID A GROUP OF WHITE MEN WRITE LAWS FOR PEOPLE THAT WOULD BE BORN HUNDREDS OF YEARS LATER WHY ARENT WE ALOUD TO CHANGE AND REVISIT THE CONSITUTION AS TIME CHANGES SHIT THATS FROM 300 YEARS AGO DONT APPLY TO TODAY THE FUCK
You know, Thomas Jefferson said that Americans should revisit the Constitution every twenty years and re-write from scratch as needed to reflect the changing needs of society.
The reason for this, he said, was that he feared that Americans would not view themselves as stakeholders in the foundation document of US law, and therefore become divorced from the idea of their own self-governance, and that politicians from the President down would become ‘like wolves’.
*Looks around at America in 2017*
Yeah he fuckin called that shit.
FUCKING HELL HOW DID I?!
HOW DID I MAKE THESE BEAUTIFUL HANDS?!
@wolfieskies25 @theniceprincess-tnp @ihaileysenpai @plushy16 @phoenixmeeka
Legends say that after u reblog this image you are given the power to hand
PLEASE DEAR GOD PLEASE
P l eas e
Power of hand
((HOLY SHIZ????????)) -BlueML
O h
B R U H
Bro
I believe it
Brruuuuhhh please!
I need to be able to hand
Dude
TEACH ME, O MIGHTY TEACHER!!
Maybe I’ll stop drawing all of my characters with their hands behind their backs
I need the luck
i need to know how to hand good
i say “straight cis men are spoiled, that’s all. spoiled brats.”
my father bristles. “oh, so i can say the reverse of that? how would you feel if i called your entire gender something like that?”
like what? like bitch? like hysterical? like keep your voice down, don’t get crazy, don’t be one of those girls, come on, just say yes to me. like what? like needy, like over-emotional, like high maintenance?
i say, “i know what it feels like.”
he says, “men just want things and you’re pretending being denied those things doesn’t hurt.”
oh i know it hurts. but when i hurt, i hurt myself. i cut into the lip of my body and rip out all the good things. when i hurt, i blame myself. when boys around me hurt, they hurt me. come at me with fists and knives and screaming. trap me on trains while they shout names at me. lock me in the car when i try to leave. hold me down and ignore the begging.
i say, “it does. but, while women can be toxic and abusive, i find that denying a man something is like telling a spoiled child they can’t have a toy for being good.”
on my tongue are stories that don’t seem to break the pattern. stories i know other women have. men who wanted me because i was nice to them, men who wanted me because they were nice to me, men who turned equally quickly into beasts, howling about their lacking, how i owed them, how they could take advantage of me, how, like bread and water, they were starved of me. of course i should give in, how dare i let them go hungry, how selfish it was of me.
my father says, “when. there are tons of perfectly fine men and just as many bad women. you’ve worked in retail. you’ve complained about them.”
oh, yes. i’ve had my humanity dragged through the dirt by that-kind-of-haircut, by “speak to your manager”, by still-in-the-store-an-hour-after-closing. i’ve been screamed at and serenaded by swear words. i’ve had women look like they were about to pop a blood vessel.
none of those women ever followed me to a car. none of those women ever wrote down my name just to find me on facebook. none of those women ever followed me home, sniffed at my neck, told me how pretty i’d look naked. oh, i’m sure they wanted to kill me. but they didn’t make it about how much they’d debase me. it was a clean threat, a cold knife.
it’s a hard thing to explain. that i knew if these women went for me, it wasn’t because of my gender, and that made those threats differ. the same way that if they had been threatening me for being gay, it would have been scary. i was just in the wrong place when they hated me. they didn’t hate me because of my identity.
i clear my throat. “a spoiled woman wants what i’m not giving her, sure. but i can usually calm her down by helping and understanding. and we’re talking about the difference between being denied an object and being denied access to my body.”
my father snorts. “i think you’re blowing this out of proportion.”
there’s an entire group of men on reddit that we’ve just come to accept as thinking of women as objects. it’s not a small group, either, but what are you going to do. they write each other novels about how women are all animals who need to be controlled, how they’re “involuntarily celibate”, that we’ve denied them all. and how somehow, that denial is our fault. there’s been murders because men were mad they couldn’t have women. mass murders. serial murders. and so many of them were straight violence: not for the intention of killing, but of dragging out the sorrow of it. did you know rape isn’t about sex, it’s about power.
my mouth hurts. i tell him, “you should see how they act when you’re in a position of power above them.”
how they are when they find out a hispanic female got the job. how they are when it’s me, and i’m not even five foot three, and they know they can intimidate me. how it is when they raise voices over me, and sit on my desk, and come into my room without asking, and ask who i blew in order to get here, and ask to see my resume because obviously i was given the job for diversity and not my three years experience, and ask if i’d be their office affair, and stretch themselves to expand, like a balloon, filling, filling. how their voices pop, “stole my job,” “affirmative action is reverse racism,” “i’m going to bend her over one of these days and show her who’s boss.”
my father shrugs. “if it bothers you so much, stop listening to them.”
in three days from this conversation, one of my friends will text me that a guy pulled a knife on her in a bar because she said no. in two days from this conversation, i will have someone pull up my skirt. on the day of this conversation, three of my friends and i will get wine drunk and cackle over white boys texting and their dick pics and demands for love. when they say things like “you’re a slut and i fucking hate you and i hope you die” when she says no, we laugh. when my skirt comes up, i laugh. when my friend is at knifepoint, she laughs.
did you know laughter is a fear response.
to my father i say, “just watch. watch what happens when a woman says no.”
he shakes his head. “god, where do you even get this stuff?”
i want to live in a world where i got this from nowhere. where it’s just a figment. where i’ve never met men in the wild, only read about them, and their hands, and their ability to take things from me without feeling sorry. i want to live in a world where other women are confused about the accusations, haven’t experienced the same thing, or haven’t heard the same thing from the women close to them. i want to live in a world where it’s fake, because they treat us like it’s fake, instead of this giant open secret like a blood boil, pulsing, a shush of things we’ve learned to answer with laughing, a big burn mark we’ve all been through but is somehow not counted as scarring. i want to live in a world where i’m making up my experiences for want of them; where i’ve never been kissed or touched or groped without my permission, where i don’t fear trains and enclosed spaces. the world i see so many men live in; where it might be a concern on their periphery, but not enough to warrant attention.
“you’d see it too,” i say through his words, “if you just stopped and listened.”
Not taking any chances
I scrolled past this and the guilt was too much
NAH SON I GOT FINALS OK I NEED THIS
How dare
ughhh adults are being so fucking weird about finn wolfhard. he’s a fourteen year old child. you should have zero interest in wanting him to “hit you up”. absolutely not. HES A FUCKING CHILD. ESPECIALLY NOT WHEN YOURE TWENTY SEVEN YEARS OLD. i’m sorry but that’s disgusting.
WHAT THE FUCK!
Why are these women (including the ones on this fuck site) act like this. We raise hell if a man say this to a young girl but they think it’s cool to treat young boys like meat. Fucking gross.
Being Pressured to Perform 🎼 (W/ @domgoldofficial)
I FEEL THIS IN MY SOUL
OH MY GOD THIS DESCRIBES MY ENTIRE CHILDHOOD
What it’s like being an actor/musician/painter/knitter/artist of any kind.
Accurate.
So yesterday my grandparents found a big box of old 78s that they’ve had in an attic for years, and wanted me to transfer them to CDs. Most were in pretty great shape, no cracks and few scratches. Lots of 1930s sweet/hot jazz, British big band & swing and a few Decca classical ones. This one had its label peeled/scratched off on the a side, on the reverse was a Parlophone march.
90% sure by playing it it’s unleashed some kind of 70 year old curse.
Oh my god D:
here’s a bad idea: listening to this in the dark by yourself
I heard that some records made during the 30s had laughter on them because they believed that listening to laughter would make others laugh along.
My God, they were wrong.
i just scared the fuck out of myself
#oh my fucking god #it’s like listening to some sort of funeral #where the guests are all on acid #and then they eat the corpse and drink the blood like wine #while laughing like maniacs #shit maybe they’re cannibal clowns #oagdshfgahrkjafgda
jesus christ yes
Play this outside your house on halloween.
ohfuq
JESUS SHIT THE BED NOPE NOPE NOPE
tumblr in 2017: “cursed post”
this ancient and forgotten horror, an abomination scratching at the walls of time itself, forbidden by the laws of gods and men, unearthed and resurrected from the archive of my blog in late 2013: “hold. my. fucking. beer.”
http://www.urbo.com/content/the-bizarre-history-of-the-okeh-laughing-record
according to this article, they not only released several of these “laughing records” but also a crying record
excuse me but fuck THAT I choose life
sending “I hope you get that job” vibes to the people out here tryna get jobs
reblogging for yall bc the shit worked for me lol
Karma will pop me if I don’t
how to make a zine as a gift for a friend - based on their blog
1. pick a friend, preferably one who’s on tumblr (or you know, has a birthday coming or something)
2. scroll their tumblr for a while to get a hold of their aesthetic - colours, shaped, feeling, everything. I stalk medieval-dreams’ blog today: it has dark greens, grey, copper, mountains, lakes, animals, fire and all things medieval.
3. still on the blog: search for quotes, poems, lyrics and save them for later
4. use a a4 paper to make the booklet (tutorial). it will look like this:
5. start with the backgrounds. use the colours you got to know earlier. use magazines, coloured paper, wrapping paper, old newspaper / book pages
you can open the zine and see all of the backgrounds together (the one with the wrapping paper will be the cover of mine):
6. use the quotes, poems, lyrics you found on the blog. pick out the best 3 or 4, write them on small pieces of paper and stick them in
7. draw something (and don’t worry, i can’t draw a lot of things either, it doesn’t have to be perfect)
8. make a playlist! you can use songs you found on their blog, but it’s also nice if you choose songs you associate with them or think they would like them
9. give it a title. if you don’t have any ideas, use a line from a poem / lyrics like i have (x)
10. congratulations, it’s finished! <3 give it a little bow or something, and it’s a lovely present
this is so adorably sappy
I love this comment
not to be like “life is bullshit and i should be living on a small farm by the sea” but life is bullshit and i should be living on a small farm by the sea
Millie Bobby Brown was awarded sexiest actress and she’s 13 years old.
THIRTEEN YEARS OLD. She’s still a child and she doesn’t need to be subjected to disgusting sexualisation because male producers and media workers can’t keep their junk in their pants for 2 seconds and want to be able to make pedophilia look okay.
She’s a thirteen year old girl and you’re sexualising her the same way you’ve sexualised every child star.
What the fuck is wrong with you people?
Legal adults shouldn’t be sexualising child actors, this includes the IT cast and the STs cast. These kids are exactly that, KIDS.
As someone who was subjected to years of abuse as a child I can’t fathom why anyone thinks it’s okay to openly sexualise and make sexual comments about minors?
What the fuck??
What the actual fuck
Like I’m literally gonna fucking throw up
So the screencap is a result of translations, where the original article referred to her as one of the “hottest” actresses, meaning “most popular right now”. Poorly and unfortunately translated, yes, uncomfortably believable, yes, but not actually as bad as it looks (and yes, I googled “millie bobby brown sexiest” to check this out, and yes, I’m very uncomfortable about that being on my search history, though happily pretty much all the results were just articles saying “Don’t call Millie Bobby Brown sexy”).
That’s a huge relief actually.
Oh thank God.
You never did.
Agh
reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.
THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.
The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.
AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.
THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.
YOOOOOOO
I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS
LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL
IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS
holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS.
I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT
SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP
WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????
ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE
THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.
GUYS.
HE FUCKING CALLED ME 20 MINUTES LATER
20 FUCKNG. MINUTES. LATER.
GOOD THINGS DO HAPPEN. AND ITS IN THIS POST.
I wish for someone to leave something in my ask.
OKAY SO I ASKED FOR A HEDGEHOG AND NOW GUESS WHO HAS A PET HEDGEHOG
i want you to stay for one day and one nigh with me and give me sp much love i dont have to cry of lonliness tonight, every night
no bUT THE LAST TIME I DID THIS SHIT I WISHED MEETING MY IDOL AND IT WAS RIGHT BEFORE I FCKING GOT THE FCKING EMAIL SAYING I WAS GOING TO MEET TAYLOR OH MY GOD
REBLOGGING AGAIN BC THE FIRST TIME I REBLOGGED THIS I WISHED TO GET OUT OF MY MISERABLE TOWN AND I MOVED TO NORTH CAROLINA (a whOLE NEW STATE!!!! FAR FAR AWAY) AND THEN I SAW THIS AGAIN AND I WISHED TO TRAVEL MORE AND GUESS WHAT LIL BUDDY! I WENT TO ENGLAND AND FRANCE AND NOW IM GOING TO THAILAND AND TAIWAN THIS SUMMER. SO NOW IM REBLOGGING AGAIN I SWEAR TO GOD THIS WORKS!!!
Hope
Wishing 🙏🏼
the phrase “curiosity killed the cat” is actually not the full phrase it actually is “curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back” so don’t let anyone tell you not to be a curious little baby okay go and be interested in the world uwu
See also:
Blood is thicker than water The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.
Meaning that relationships formed by choice are stronger than those formed by birth.
Let’s not forget that “Jack of all trades, master of none” ends with “But better than a master of one.”
It means that being equally good/average at everything is much better than being perfect at one thing and sucking at everything else. So don’t worry if you’re not perfect at something you do! Being okay is better!
These made me feel better
Also, “great minds think alike” ends with “but fools rarely differ”
It goes to show that conformity isn’t always a good thing. And that just because more than one person has the same idea, doesn’t necessarily mean it’s a good idea.
what the fuck why haven’t i heard the full version to any of these
“Birds of a feather flock together” ends with “until the cat comes.”
It’s actually a warning about fair-weather friends, not an assessment of how complementary people are.
I’ve always felt like these were cut down on purpose.
I really like these phrases and plan on spreading this knowledge.
The early bird catches the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
I want to make designs out of these.
Funny how all the half-finished ones encourage uniformity and upholding the status-quo, while the complete proverbs encourage like…living exciting, eclectic lives driven by choice and personal passion.
Reminds me how they shortened/twisted all the bible verses in Handmaid’s tale to control everyone.
honestly “i’ll do whatever you want” “then perish” is the single most powerful exchange possible in the english language and it’s from some bizarre “hewwo” obama rp
And there was that other post where someone dreamt that Obama said “violence for violence is the rule of beasts” like what is it about Obama that makes people come up with such raw fucking dialogue for him
my mother had a dream where he lived in the forest and she had a cigarette with him and he said “to become god is the loneliest achievement of them all” and put it out and walked into the mist and i’ve never fucking forgotten that
I once dreamed that a giant meteor was headed for earth, and the government had set up loudspeakers throughout the cities so Obama could give a final address - I’ll never forget how strangely comforting it was when he said “there are places we’ve never been before. Some of us have never been to the Alps, some of us have never been to Marrakesh. The next life is simply another place we’ve never been before, and we’re all going to go explore it together.”
I had a dream my family housed the Obamas for a weekend and one morning Obama made us oatmeal for breakfast and, looking at my disappointed face because I don’t like oatmeal, he said “regardless of what we taste, if we eat together, we are happy.”
Once I dreamt that Michelle Obama was running a campaign to give homes to all the feral pigeons and her husband came to my house and gave me a pamphlet that just had a picture of a pigeon on it and he looked me in the eyes and said “who would you be without them?”
