I started following this girl and her whole dash ended up these. And her last post. I can’t even say words. Anons took her life. If that okay with you, then carry on with your day. If you agree this is unacceptable and okay, then reblog and spread the word. What you say can actually change a persons life! So help out
I don’t care if this makes your dash look ‘ugly’, no matter what type of blog you have you should reblog it.
^It wont make it ugly. They should reblog it anyways.
The anon button isn’t for hatred. It’s for shy people to be able to talk to people they like. This is disgusting.
Every time a guy asks me to spend time with him,
no matter the context,
I worry that my legs are unshaven.
It’s the middle of February and I’m wearing long pajama pants
when you ask me to come over.
I tell you I’ll be there when I’m done putting away laundry
but really I shave my legs over the side of the bathtub
and hope that the cold air outside doesn’t make them prickly.
What a shitty feminist I am.
You answer the door shirtless, with grey sweatpants clinging to your hips
like I’m sure I will be later
and I make childish comments about you being naked
like I’m sure you will be later
and I remember that the underwear I’m wearing have a hole in the lace
and suddenly I feel like I’m failing
and falling as you shut the door behind us.
You apologize for the mess and I wait for your hands
but instead you ask me to read something you’ve written
and a wave of some new feeling rushes over me.
We read and we talk about Hemingway, Ukraine,
politics and people and Beatles lyrics.
You crack open a beer but don’t shove one down my throat
or anything else for that matter
and tell me that your grandfather is from Chihuahua, Mexico,
and suddenly I’m laughing.
I can’t contain my fits of laughter and my words turn to a singsong mess
and you put your hand on my waist just to ask me if I’m okay
but I’m more than okay. I’m exceptional.
And I deserve a night of words and pacing and questions
and deciding if Antarctica is an iceberg or a land mass
and hugging goodbye at 1am because it’s really getting late
and we’re sleepy.
I slipped on a sheet of black ice walking home
and landed not-so-gracefully on my ass in a puddle
and I suddenly can’t stop laughing again
because my legs are prickly
and this isn’t the kind of wet I’d expected to be.
“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate beings condemning them to spend their lives in search for their other halves.”
~Plato’s The Symposium.
How many times will I reblog this? “Always.”
Always reminds me of Hedwig. Can’t wait till May.
i love sir patrick stewart more with each passing day.
See, guys. This is how you do it. Notice the words “Not all men are like that” are never spoken.
You are a good man, Sir Patrick Stewart.
Captain’s log, stardate 2259.55. We’ve completed our survey of the newly discovered Class M planet designated Nibiru. Intelligent life was observed. The species is primitive; indications of early language and even religion were noted. I thought it wise to stay off the planet altogether lest we somehow interfere with their way of life. If there’s one word I would use to describe this mission, it would be “uneventful.”