#caaaaaalm

[nefertsukia]

song rec: Dust to Dust, Mitsuto Suzuki

*send me song recs*

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

[whatatreacherousthing]

hmmmmm

[rayvoice-imnotdying]

GODFUCKINGDAMNIT THIS PEICE OF SHIT ESSAY IS DRIVING ME UP A WALL. GODDAMMIT. 

[lordfruitloop-archive]

Packers

"They just lost! The Packers just lost the playoffs! Those sugar-fudging dairy hating little salty caramel cheating 49ers can go suck on soME WISCONSIN CHEESE!"

[sunderlorn]

mmedemerteuil said: I… know that feeling, I’m afraid. And I just can’t shut up, so I often end up arguing with certain members of the extended family when they say stuff like “women are overstepping their boundaries". Or worse. I try to avoid prolonged contact >,>

Ugh. Gender expectations. They cut both ways. Obviously not nearly so badly for me as for, say, my sister, or my mum. I'm in a position of privilege, but I still want to gripe and grump when my grandfather makes eyes at my plate over lunch and grunts something about what I'm eating not being a 'proper lunch for a proper man'. Top ways to irritate me to the point that I will physically fight you: - Make disparaging comments about the ways in which I express my gender or sexuality. (I.e. conflate what you perceive as feminine characteristics with weakness, or a lesser form of behaviour than what you perceive as masculine.) - Make disparaging comments about what I choose to eat. - Make out that you know better than me on either subject, and that you have some kind of right to tell me how I should 'improve' myself.

[cry-for-pride-blog]

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