May 2013
marceddy:
when people are really rude and douchey and everyone still loves them
parent: why hasn't ____ been round lately? I thought you were friends
me: well they turned into a cunt
onediwreckingmylife:
at monash university in melbourne the women’s department had a bake sale and cupcakes were one dollar for men and eighty cents for women and seventy cents for trans* people to represent the wage gap and heaps of guys kicked off about it being sexist and that’s how i finally understood how hypocritical and ignorant men’s rights activism is
“It’s as if my insides are made of tempered glass, resilient yet breakable, and...”
– Benjamin Clime, february nineteenth (via colberting)
“I want to write a nice long poem for all you straight girls.
Your religion’s...”
– An excerpt of A Poem for You by Ana Božičević. Her new book Rise in the Fall is reviewed today by Patrick James Dunagan. (via therumpus)
moltres:
overhearing a conversation between strangers in which they’re saying something completely wrong and you really feel like correcting them
niallhortonhearsawho:
a girl walks into a classroom wearing a spaghetti strap shirt. immediately every boy within a 50 yard radius gets a raging erection. the teacher attempts to present a lesson but to no avail, no one can hear over the sound of every male student masturbating to this girl’s shoulders. why couldn’t she just wear a long sleeved shirt
thehobodad:
For as much as they tell you about Stop Drop and Roll as a kid, I really expected to be on fire more times in my life.
“I loved you head over handles
like my first bicycle accident—
before the...”
– Sierra DeMulder (via petrichour)
Writings for Winter: suicide hotline →
writingsforwinter:
It’s so hot that when our skin sticks together, even our sweat
starts sweating. When I lived in New York and you lived
in Georgia, you mailed me love notes in the form of used condoms,
but only ones that had been used when you were with me.
When I ask you if I can put kept living on my job…
the shortest love poem ever
writingsforwinter:
I still drunk-text you even when I’m sober
and I still find your hair clogging the bathtub drain
but none of that compares to the shape
of your mouth on mine
and Noah would probably want 5,000 copies of you
on his ark, and God probably’d like to see you
in heaven, or wherever it is
that we go after this.
c-cumberbatch:
mytardishaswings:
femmederqueer:
WAIT WERE ADAM AND EVE EVEN MARRIED
OH MY GOD
THE BIBLE JUST COLLAPSED ON ITSELF
