Nope, that wasn't it...

I’m too depressed for sleep :(

hungarian:

it’d be cool to speak like 20 different languages & keep it a secret from everyone & then during a time of crisis, u could speak some fluent russian to some russian guy holding a gun to your head & all your friends will be like daaamn

My sis.

My sis.

i-need-a-new-heart:

I love how we tell girls to respect their body but we don’t tell boys to respect girls bodies

Reblog this if you pronounce 221B as “two-two-one B.”

antics-of-an-author:

I’m trying to prove something to my little sister.

If you pronounce it as “two-twenty-one B,” go to this post.

kendra-p:

Hey I love Game of Thrones
(Inspired by lots of wonderful gifs and photo sets, thanks internet!)

kendra-p:

Hey I love Game of Thrones

(Inspired by lots of wonderful gifs and photo sets, thanks internet!)

disgustinghuman:

eldritchpixie:

Take a song that uses a lot of personal pronouns (my go-to is Avril Lavigne’s Sk8r Boi). Talk or sing through the song, replacing the pre-existing pronouns with the ones you want to practice (“Ey was a boy, xe was a girl”). If you mess up, you’re misgendering fictional people, and you get to practice all the different conjugations in pre-existing sentences, so it makes it a lot easier to internalize them than just talking to yourself while making up sentences on the fly, since you can more directly relate them to the conjugations of he/she that you already are familiar with. 

ah this is a great idea!

alizabug:

monster lady advice 

alizabug:

monster lady advice 

trueffelkeks:

Minute physics: There is no pink

Nope, none. Pink does not actually exist. I’m a fan of pink, as you may have noticed from the design of this website, but it doesn’t actually exist. It’s your brain inventing the color because it doesn’t know what else to put there. So… tada.

MINUS GREEN IS MY FAV COLOR

wellitskacie:

raggedyanndy:

eradicategirlhate:

you ever thought that maybe the reason girls say they’re fine when they’re not, or they’re not mad when they are, is because the second they show any semblance of emotion they’re written off as hysterical bitches that are probably on their period?

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cas-get-into-my-ass:

dylinquent:

chinchie:

have u ever thought about someone and gotten all flustered and happy

the pizza delivery man

That statement has a completely different meaning in the Supernatural fandom.

If you’re telling women what they can and can’t to do with their lives and their bodies, it’s probably not feminism.
justplainsomething:

alloysius-g:

Why I Need Feminism
I’ve gotten into so many arguments about feminism and why it’s relevant lately both on and off the internet I decided to make one of these. 
That’s me. The pic on the left is what I look like. That’s what I wear to work, going out, everywhere. 
On the right is what I would want to wear going out and hell even going for a coffee with my friends. I never do, though, because I’m afraid.
I’m afraid of the panic attack I have everytime a guy I don’t know touches me. Even if it’s on the arm and not threatening at all I feel so uncomfortable by unwanted physical attention I get physically ill.
I’m afraid that what happened when I once did go out in that dress might happen again: getting eye drops in my pint.
What angers me the most is when girls say they’re not feminists or that they don’t need feminism. WE ALL NEED IT. We all need a world where a girl can wear whatever she wants and 
a) not get judged for wearing it and
b) doesn’t have to be afraid
It’s a joke in my circle of friends that I look like a 14-year-old boy. I don’t mind the joke, because it’s accurate and kind of funny to me. After reading up on feminism and all that on tumblr and following discussions and THINKING about thins stuff I realised why I feel more comfortable like that.
It’s because in the world I live in, it’s safer to be a 14-year-old boy than a 28-year-old woman.

It’s because in the world I live in, it’s safer to be a 14-year-old boy than a 28-year-old woman.

justplainsomething:

alloysius-g:

Why I Need Feminism

I’ve gotten into so many arguments about feminism and why it’s relevant lately both on and off the internet I decided to make one of these. 

That’s me. The pic on the left is what I look like. That’s what I wear to work, going out, everywhere. 

On the right is what I would want to wear going out and hell even going for a coffee with my friends. I never do, though, because I’m afraid.

I’m afraid of the panic attack I have everytime a guy I don’t know touches me. Even if it’s on the arm and not threatening at all I feel so uncomfortable by unwanted physical attention I get physically ill.

I’m afraid that what happened when I once did go out in that dress might happen again: getting eye drops in my pint.

What angers me the most is when girls say they’re not feminists or that they don’t need feminism. WE ALL NEED IT. We all need a world where a girl can wear whatever she wants and 

a) not get judged for wearing it and

b) doesn’t have to be afraid

It’s a joke in my circle of friends that I look like a 14-year-old boy. I don’t mind the joke, because it’s accurate and kind of funny to me. After reading up on feminism and all that on tumblr and following discussions and THINKING about thins stuff I realised why I feel more comfortable like that.

It’s because in the world I live in, it’s safer to be a 14-year-old boy than a 28-year-old woman.

It’s because in the world I live in, it’s safer to be a 14-year-old boy than a 28-year-old woman.