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Becky (via nopedefinitelynotme)
THIS WAS A REAL CONVERSATION WE HAD WHERE I SAID “I’LL TRY NOT TO GET SO DRUNK AROUND LIZ ANYMORE BECAUSE APPARENTLY I JUST TRY AND HAVE SEX WITH HER THE WHOLE TIME” AND HE SAID “YEAH I THINK THAT WOULD BE BEST”
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Becky (via nopedefinitelynotme)
THIS WAS A REAL CONVERSATION WE HAD WHERE I SAID “I’LL TRY NOT TO GET SO DRUNK AROUND LIZ ANYMORE BECAUSE APPARENTLY I JUST TRY AND HAVE SEX WITH HER THE WHOLE TIME” AND HE SAID “YEAH I THINK THAT WOULD BE BEST”
My eye caught a dark form lying on the river bottom. It took me a few moments to comprehend what I had stumbled upon. Lying peacefully in the shallow waters of the river, only a few meters from shore, was a full-grown cougar. The contrast between the serenity of the scene I was witnessing and what must have played out here in the cougar’s final moments made me shiver. It was the first shiver of many, as I stripped down and waded out into the icy water to get this shot. x
(via circadianarrhythmia)
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I wanted to watch a movie but instead I looked through my netflix instant queue for an hour until I felt satisfied.
Misandry is a joke.
Do people not understand this?
It’s a joke, because sexism is the systematic oppression of women, and misogyny is rampant and easy, but misandry takes a concerted effort because we’ve all been trained to love men.
When people say they are misandrists then nine times out of ten it is a joke because however hard you try you can’t oppress men in that way. In this society it actually does not work.
It’s a joke. We are laughing at the fact that people think misandry is an existing problem which is “just as bad as misogyny”. We are laughing because it’s easier than crying.
It’s a bitter, angry, and necessary joke.
(via misandry-mermaid)
the river by mirah [lyrics]
you don’t want to hurt me
but you don’t want to need me
so how can you receive me?take a seat, don’t grieving be, we’ll settle this all out
then one by one, i’ll take these from the caverns of my mouth
the teeth who mash and teeth who make my tender muscles shout
a last goodbye to lose what once i’d never known withoutand in my mind the river runs a straight line through the town
never bending, only sending stuff from north to south
under bridges, fishes wear the currents like a gown
and i will swallow crookedness, not let it drag me down
afraid that if i cut you loose
you’d never again want me to
embrace you in your solitude
(Source: whichistosay)
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