I do not know why on earth I am so irritable today.
June 2013
11 posts
Lone Moon
Stumbled across this poem I wrote a while ago. I rather like it.
Moon, weaning off of human condition
waxing, purifying scars of steps
that have lightly touched down on this darkened surface.
To cure the cynic,
and enlighten the dreamer.
To assure the romantic,
and enliven the bodies of lovers.
And the Moon looks down upon these lovers
and feels their warmth through her own cold,
and wishes that she too would bask in the light of others,
under the light of another.
And she is lonely.
Loved by many,
but not by one.
May 2013
8 posts
Play
talking to people you want to be friend with more like
April 2013
62 posts
“On Periods: Let’s put this shit to bed right now: Women don’t lose their minds when they have period-related irritability. It doesn’t lower their ability to reason; it lowers their patience and, hence, tolerance for bullshit. If an issue comes up a lot during “that time of the month,” that doesn’t mean she only cares about it once a month; it means she’s bothered by it all the time and lacks the capacity, once a month, to shove it down and bury it beneath six gulps of willful silence.”
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Shakesville: Feminism 101 (via andotherdoublemeanings)
BOOM
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oh my god my mom came home and from the kitchen she just started yelling like using my middle name and everything
so I come out of my room and I’m like “dang woman what the frick”
and she holds up this box and is like “WHY IS THERE AN EMPTY CONDOM BOX ON THE TABLE”
and I’m like
mom
those are guitar strings
sorry I can’t go to school tomorrow I fractured my motivation
what the fuck even is my sexuality: the musical
starring me
including great hits such as
oh no he’s hot
oh shit she’s hot too
why is everyone hot
and everyone’s favorite
how did i used to think i was straight?
bonus track
I can’t tell what that person over there identifies as and now I’m confused but slightly arousedwith the big finale
I dont even care anymore just have sex with me
8-10 page paper due tomorrow afternoon?
Have not started it yet and I am not worried.
Gonna whip it out like a champ.
Holllllaaaaaaaaa
- I don't have sex.
- Patriarchy: Prude.
- I have sex.
- Patriarchy: Slut.
- I have safe sex.
- Patriarchy: Prude and slut at the same time.
- I got pregnant from having unprotected sex.
- Patriarchy: Dumbass slut.
- I got an abortion.
- Patriarchy: Baby killer.
- I had the kid.
- Patriarchy: Welfare queen.
- I got married, then had sex, then had a kid.
- Patriarchy: K, but we'll pay you less and blame your being a mother.
- I got married, then had sex, and became a full time mother.
- Patriarchy: You're a welfare queen too.
- I got married, then had sex, then worked at the same time.
- Patriarchy: You're a terrible mother, and don't ask us for help with daycare. Get back in the kitchen.
- I don't care what you think.
- Patriarchy: What a bitch.
- What the fuck can I do to make you happy, patriarchy?
- Patriarchy: lol what a doormat.
