In health class we were given sheets of paper and told to write a message we would want someone of the opposite sex to know
She read some examples
The girls were like: “Hey can you please not treat me like shit”
The boys were like: “Spray tans look ugly I hate when girls wear too much makeup and don’t lead me on.”
Top Ten Tuesday - Top Ten Favorite Book Covers Of Books I’ve Read - Don’t listen to people who tell you not to judge a book by its cover. I’ve picked up a lot of my favorite books because I loved the cover.
(I was going to take pictures of the ones I actually own, do some Photoshopping, make ‘em pretty, make a nice photoset… but I thought it was Monday until 30 minutes ago so THAT didn’t happen. Whoops!)
AU | Lagertha and Athelstan build a new life together
She loses her home, her daughter, her husband. When she decides to leave, he is the one who follows her.
(Source: chignonesque)
I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. Like a five-year-old, I want to close my eyes, stick my fingers in my ears, stomp my feet on the floor and scream “No! No, you cannot make me, I won’t, leave me alone!” I am, simply put, too tired. So very, very tired.
I am tired of fighting with my friends. I am tired of arguing that someone groping and slapping my butt isn’t “what I have to expect”, just because I’m at a bar, and the one attacking my butt has a drink in the other hand. I am tired of hearing “boys will be boys” and “when you’re dressed like that …” and “that’s just what guys do”. I am tired of trying to drown those sentiments in loud, repetitive no’s, screamed over and over again, till my throat is sore and my voice weak – just to hear them repeated, as soon as exhaustion threatens to silence me.
I am tired of being afraid. I am tired of seeing someone writing something offensive, sexist, racist, ageist, ableist, somewhere online. I am tired of seeing those writings getting likes and lol’s, and SO TRUE’s. I am tired of being consumed by confusion and anger, typing, typing, typing and typing a seemingly endless response, including research, links and statistics, and then hesitate clicking “submit”. I am tired of knowing that I hesitate because I am afraid of the flood of responses that will come. I am tired of knowing that I will be bombarded with lighten up’s, stop whining’s and get a sense of humor’s for so long, that I will start to wonder if I am indeed wound up too tight, a nagger and humorless. I am tired of the fact that I’m afraid of being called a cunt, even though I don’t find genitalia insulting or demeaning.
nathaniel tried to get his own serious cool picture but bart butted in
i want to do seriously good art for this series but this is probably the best ill ever get around to doing laughs and cries
(also its transparent in case u need a transparent picture of bart and nat for…whateve.r..reason)
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