knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit
wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad
That was deep
philosophy is wondering if that means ketchup is a smoothie
That was deeper.
Don’t ever let anyone tell you that wearing fandom shirts in public doesn’t help you make friends because the first time I wore my survey corps shirt to school at least 12 people verbally tackled me and next thing I knew I was in the middle of a vicious hallway debate over reiner’s sexuality
HOW DO CALCULATORS WORK WE INVENTED THEM WHY ARE THEY SMARTER THAN US
college kids going home for break
how to walk like a queen [x]
Okay so this shit is in my likes and it’s come across my dash a few times since but this is the first time I’ve seen it since the following happened to me:
One time I was in Manhattan and I had a lot of walking to do and I was bored and was thinking about this gifset and I thought, huh, lets try it. So I did and I was thinking queenly, murderous thoughts and trying to see if people were more willing to get out of my way when I walked like this and then, I watch a guy pass me, do a double take, then a triple take.
Then he engages me in polite conversation for a block or two, tells me I have beautiful hair, then asks me out of drinks.
CHARLIZE THERON IS A SMART LADY BUT HER ADVICE IS POWERFUL. USE IT WISELY AND WITH CAUTION, MEN MIGHT START THROWING THEMSELVES AT YOU.
Women have hair all over their bodies. Their arms, their legs, their backs, their necks, their cheeks, their abdomens, their chests, everywhere. Why does this shock people.
Because most of us see literally zero representation of this reality besides ourselves — leaving so many of us feeling disgusting and dirty just for inhabiting our own skin.
about me: i am sorry
Reblogging for the 2890454th time.
*holds up dog treat* WHO’S A GOOD BOY?? WHO’S A GOOD BOY? i am. i’m a good boy. *eats dog treat*
i wish i was a boy instead of a girl they dont have periods and they dont get as many unwelcome sexual comments as girls do
boys have to deal with girls on their periods
shove a cactus in your anus buddy
At least girls can think about boobs without having a giant bulge in their crotch.
we shed the inside of our uterus in a painful and bloody process
story about a boy who writes poems and thinks of himself as a tragic, cynical soul and whom no one understands, who falls in love with an attractive whimsical girl with a “wild soul” who commits petty thefts and dyes her hair wacky colours and helps him reconnect with the beauty of life except PLOT TWIST she’s a succubus who preys on gullible cishet white boys who are so desperate for a manic pixie dream girl to complete them that they never see her coming