Say one word. One word, and I’m yours.
Ok. I’m tired of the typical vampire, werewolf and fairy.I’m also tired of the occidental-centrism in mythology. Hence, this list.
I tried to included as many cultural variants as I could find and think of. (Unfortunately, I was restricted by language. Some…
Two of my exes have waltzed their way back into my life, sort of. Two different guys say they love me. And I’m such a damaged person on the inside I don’t trust a single fucking one of them, not that I have any reason not to. I’m just such a damaged person on the inside that I’m just like “no”. I feel stupid.
I just had some serious nostalgia right now. Holy shit.
"I couldn’t leave you, Dax. With all our adventures ahead, you wouldn’t last a second without me."
Get on tumblr for first time in a long time
See random acquaintance’s right buttcheek.
“That’s enough tumblr for me tonight.”
” I got a call from my mom and i couldn’t take the call because i was fucking working,” he says quietly, voice shaking. “She left me a voicemail, then two hours later my grandma called my crying, saying, ’ something happened to your mum.. go to the hospital.’ “I was freaking out. One of the ladies drove me because they didn’t want me driving because i was so scared, and as soon as i got to the hospital there was an ambulance pulling in and they pulled my fucking mum off and that was the last fucking time i saw her.” - Austin Carlile (The song dedicated to his mom and all the amazing things she did for him before passing. His mom was the biggest inspiration and most important person of his life)
God damn it why did I fucking read this why did I have to have these feels fuck fuck fuck I’m crying
Apparently I can’t call myself a feminist now because I don’t want to free bleed and I think free bleeding is gross. Not even a little sorry bro. I don’t know if you have a disease. And no, my fear of someone possibly having a disease gas nothing to do with their sex life, you can be a virgin for all I care. Keep. Your. Blood. Away. From. Me. It would be the same if it was free cumming and their was jizz everywhere. No. Or free shitting. How about no.
"We’re socialized to “let you down easy.” We’re not socialized to say a clear and direct “no.” We’re socialized to speak in hints and boost egos and let people save face. People who don’t respect the social contract (rapists, predators, assholes, pickup artists) are good at taking advantage of this. “No” is something we have to learn. “No” is something we have to earn. In fact, I’d argue that the ability to just say “no” to something, without further comment, apology, explanation, guilt, or thinking about it is one of the great rites of passage in growing up, and when you start saying it and saying it regularly the world often pushes back. And calls you names"
"This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important."
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