All I want is an episode of My Little Pony where the antagonist is a male pony with a fedora cutie mark who goes around harassing everyone for pursuing their own interests instead of dating him and then the mane 6 use the elements of harmony to banish him to an actual place called the friendzone and where he is kept prisoner until he learns to appreciate having girls as friends and see them as actual people.
^^^^ a million times this
I’m pretty damn excited to get my house back to myself tomorrow morning.
Partly because I can sit around without pants on again, but mostly because I need my space and I’ve been driven up the fucking wall this last week.
Up at 4:30 to take them to the airport, but such an early morning is worth it if it means lazing around pantsless once I get home.
NOBODY FUCK WITH ME TODAY I’ll literally rip your head off bye
just a warning
Yep, pretty much.
Stephen Scobie, on the Naropa Institute’s 1994 tribute to Allen Ginsberg (via thisisendless)
I’m just frozen. Absences of women in history don’t “just happen,” they are made.
A catcall is entirely about reminding you that you are not yours. The purity myth is entirely about reminding you that you are not yours. The fetishization of female purity in a world where catcalls are an acceptable form of communication telegraphs one thing very clearly:
“Women, stop sexualizing yourselves—that’s our job, and you’re taking all the fun out of it.”
The sexualization of women is only appealing if it’s nonconsensual. Otherwise it’s “sluttiness,” and sluttiness is agency and agency is threatening.
I don’t know how I’m going to cope with the next two days. I just want to sleep and I want this person out of my house.
No one get’s lynched for exfoliating is the greatest come back I’ve ever witnessed.
THANK YOU SAMANTHA WOJSZNIS.