This is why three year olds rock.
- Timothy: Are you a boy or a girl?
- Me: Well, what do you think?
- Timothy: I don't know.
- Me: Does it matter to you?
- Timothy: Nope.
- *goes back to watching tv*
It really is. As a kinky lesbian Lowe’s is like my favorite place ever, they have padlocks, and dowels, and rope and chains and stuff for home improvement too!
Seriously though <3 Lowe’s
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Everyone who uses Tumblr (such as your fine self) should read this!
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Let me tell you what my ex did yesterday. He asked me if I’d bring him Gatorade and a thermometer. He said he was so sick he was afraid he had to go to the ER. I drove up to his place, ready to go to the ER. “Come inside,” he said. “I need to take my temperature first.” He took his temperature. It was 101. “I’m a big baby,” he said. “Would you like to stay and chat? Would you like a drink?”
“If you’re really sick, I want to go,” I said.
“I owe you a fancy dinner,” he said.
I was tempted to say, “Just pay it forward.”
He said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know whom else to ask.”
I mentioned that he could have asked the nice Jewish social worker girl he’d taken out on Valentine’s Day.
“I could have, but I was delirious,” he said. “I’m still delirious,” he said.
“Goodnight,” I said.
He messaged me when I was home, again with the owed fancy dinner.
“Just get better,” I said.
He hasn’t messaged me since.
I think I’m the 101 degree booty call.
This made me go aww <3
Aww… I’m cwying ;-;
:)
I want to write childrens books explaining things like gender and sexual orentation.
Tears. All over my face.
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I was not a radical. I did not analyze my culture or my surroundings. I thought about concerts and crushes. I was fifteen years old.
When my friend complained to me about her doctor not giving her birth control because she was under 18, I chalked it up to something that…
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Awesome response. It’s great that Rosewater can verbalize her feelings this well. When you have severe PTSD, that alone is a triumph.
—Mammoth
I called an old friend on a rape joke this morning (on, what else, Facebook). It wasn’t coherent, it wasn’t a long explanation of why rape jokes are bad or why they affect me personally, it was more along the lines of “That’s disgusting, don’t say that shit.” I removed him afterward and figured…