get acquainted*, y’all.
*acquainted, linked to “quaint,” with origins in middle english meaning “cunt.”
my fingers fumble, bumbling clumsily across your sacred skin. (I worship only you.)
Life’s not a bitch, life is a beautiful woman. You only call her a bitch ‘cause she wouldn’t let you get that pussy. Maybe she doesn’t feel y’all share any similar interests, or maybe you’re just an asshole who couldn’t sweet-talk the princess.
Aesop Rock, “Daylight”
It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible.
Libba Bray (via hellanne
no matter what I’m doing, I’d always rather be cuddling with Seamus. it’s what I think about 90% of the day, haha
Let it heal you. Tell your mother.
Let it heal you. Name yourself in a classroom.
Let it heal you. Lie beside a man whose hands
you trust. Let him wrap his arms around you
and say “Baby, you’re not broken.”
We are more than the worst thing that’s ever
happened to us. All of us need to stop apologizing
for having been to hell and come back breathing.
Your bad dreams are battle scars.
What doesn’t kill you cuts fucking deep
but scars are just skin growing back
thicker when it heals.
Let it heal you. Try. To be honest. Open.
Even if some days that means saying,
“I still feel broken. I’m too beat down to even get
out of bed. But I have faith, yes, tomorrow
I will stand.”
I’ll relearn justice. I’ll love without fear.
I will be braver than some monster who
crawled out from under my bed. I swear,
I will not give him the satisfaction
of being the thing that breaks me.
Do you realise how devoted I am to you, all the same? There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, dearest Honey.
in a letter to Vita Sackville-West, 16 February 1927 (via courcel
Like you can boss me around in sexual situations but you better not try to tell me what to do in regular life
so just get used to it!
I know there’s been much ado about the owner of Abercrombie and Fitch criticizing ugly people while many here consider him to be ugly. I could go on about whether this is or isn’t hypocritical on either front and about the subjective meaning of beauty and all that but I want to address something I feel is more important and that’s the comparison of the man in question to an orc.
Most of the memes resulting from this controversy have shown Gothmog alongside their C.E.O., and I want to talk about why that’s wrong.
Gothmog served in Sauron’s army during the War of the Ring, as the lieutenant of Minas Morgul, second-in-command to the Witch-king of Angmar, lord of the nine Nazgûl. He took command of the forces of Morgul during the Battle of the Pelennor Fields after the Witch-king was slain by Éowyn. That makes him a veteran and I don’t care what side he fought for, the point is he fought for what he believed in and did so with exceptional nobility. It was he who called for Grond to break down the gates of Minas Tirith, it was he who was nearly crushed when the white city launched chunks of massive stone on his location, moving only at the final moment to survive. All with a tumor on his head the size of a grapefruit. And tumblr has made him the standard of ugliness.
I don’t give a damn about Abercrombie guy, but to reduce one of if not the greatest of orcs to an ugly joke just to mock the guy in unfair and ignorant.
What if all women were bigger and stronger than you? And thought they were smarter? What if women were the ones who started wars? What if too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos and no K-Y Jelly? What if the state trooper who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike was a woman and carried a gun? What if the ability to menstruate was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs? What if your attractiveness to women depended on the size of your penis? What if every time women saw you they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands? What if women were always making jokes about how ugly penises are and how bad sperm tastes? What if you had to explain what’s wrong with your car to big sweaty women with greasy hands who stared at your crotch in a garage where you are surrounded by posters of naked men with hard-ons? What if men’s magazines featured cover photos of 14-year-old boys with socks tucked into the front of their jeans and articles like: “How to tell if your wife is unfaithful” or “What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate” or “The truth about impotence”? What if the doctor who examined your prostate was a woman and called you “Honey”? What if you had to inhale your boss’ stale cigar breath as she insisted that sleeping with her was part of the job? What if you couldn’t get away because the company dress code required you wear shoes designed to keep you from running? And what if after all that women still wanted you to love them?
So today Angelina Jolie had double mastectomy, which is the removal of one’s breasts, to prevent Breast cancer. So instead of praising Angelina on her bravery, men on Twitter decided to ridicule her, even calling her stupid for removing her breasts. For those of you on Tumblr that are attacking Feminists for being delusional about sexism against women and misogyny here’s your fucking proof that sexism and misogyny exists.
Our celebrity obsessed culture may be a joke but breast cancer definitely isn’t - nearly 500,000 people die from it every year. Angelina Jolie’s doctors estimated she had an 87% risk of developing breast cancer and a 50% risk of developing ovarian cancer because she carries the common gene mutation that causes both. Her mother died at the age of 56 after a long battle with cancer as well. My own mother had both breast and ovarian cancer within a couple short years and let me tell you, it’s about the least funny thing in the world to watch someone suffer from.
Valuing someone’s body parts you sexualized over their life and humanity goes beyond sexism, it’s sub-human.
what in the fuck? ughhhh (not all, but too many) men are fucking shitbags. I’m so lucky to be with Seamus. pretty much all other men in the world make me cringe.
(from this week’s Post Secret blog post.)
somebody at my other job told me last night that it is “national clitoris appreciation week”. good thing all the right stars and planets aligned, and allowed my endometriosis-stricken girlfriend and my nephrolithiasis/epididymitus-laden groin to coalesce this week, I think I “appreciated her clitoris” like four times.
ha! what a babe. my clitoris (and butt and mouth and big ol’ thighs and all my other parts) & I appreciate you, too