NO NO I BOY AND YOU GIRL AND WHEN I SAY JUMP YOU SAY HOW HIGH
"the polite thing to do is say yes"
hello rape culture
when something like this happens you should just block the person. Problem solved.
I should clarify, when I say “block” i mean burry them in a block of cement, throw it in the ocean, and let their eternally petrified corpse provide the beginnings of a reef for some young fish because that is the most good that is ever going to come from this pitiful mass of flesh.
I fucking hate men
i’m so upset
I just realized that the reason ghosts say Boo! is because it’s a latin verb
they’re literally saying ‘I alarm/I am alarming/I do alarm!!
if it comes from the latin word, they’re actually saying “I’M YELLING!” which is even cuter
do they speak latin because it’s a dead language
“Wrong Century” by Tomas Kucerovsky
the look of wistfulness on her face just punches me straight in the heart
this is literally my favorite piece that ever comes up on tumblr and if you want me to change my mind well then goOD LUCK WITH THAT
I’m crying. She just. Her face holds so much emotion and she’s so beautiful. I can’t. My heart.
if lucifer needs someones consent to enter their body then so do you
If you notice me reblogging
- a repost
- stolen art
- false information
please let me know, you’re not rude or annoying and I actually do give a fuck and I will correct my mistake, thank you
Also, if you notice me reblogging things from
- anti-sj blogs
- TERFs or SWERFs
- other shitty people
please give me a heads up. I’ll never get angry at you for letting me know and I’ll actually be really glad that you kept me from giving some awful person more visibility.
Just a fraction of the cool stuff I learned when researching women’s history.
Rosalind Franklin did not just help. She actually discovered the structure before - Watson and Crick stole all the credit after building a stick and ball version of it.
Ima be Ching shih for Halloween
I hate when people mention someone in their life by their name without providing me with any context about who this person is.
“So Dylan and I went to yoga class yesterday — ”
Hold it right there. Who the fuck is Dylan. Your boyfriend? Your arch nemesis? Your brother? Your pet sea monkey? Your therapist? Your favourite fictional character? Are you on a first-name basis with your dad? Last-name basis with Bob? WHO THE FUCK IS DYLAN.