Posted 2 months ago

'murica

  1. so like, if you're aloud to be any religion you please, if you're aloud to not believe in god why are gays not aloud to marry?
  2. like it's all about religion "Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve, you shall not marry in this state" but if atheists are aloud to be atheists then why can't a gay marry? it's really stupid, like "oh I believe it's Adam and Eve blablabla" well we're aloud to not believe in Adam and Eve but a gay can't marry even when religion has nothing to do with it bc, once again PEOPLE CAN BE ATHIEST (aka not believe in god) YET GAYS CANT MARRY BC RELIGION. what? like it really makes no sense to my mind at all . we're not telling you to marry Johnny when you love Jeremy so why are you telling them that they're not aloud to marry who they love?
Posted 4 months ago
My parents warned me about the drugs in the streets but never the ones with hazel eyes and a heartbeat.
Posted 4 months ago

I tried, I tried. danisnotonfire #drawing #fuck #pencil #shirt #realperson #reallife #real life drawing #idek

Posted 6 months ago

what if boobs could talk?
“Good morning Susie” spoke the boob a bit muffled over the layering of cloth.

Posted 6 months ago

Plot twist: an iPhone holds a human and punches their ribcage for entertainment to their iPhone buddies and shove people into their pockets while the homosapiens vibrate when something new has happened to them.

Posted 6 months ago

Has no one read the examples on tumblr?

  1. Megan: you're like a sour pickle on a windy day.
Posted 6 months ago

boo-tee:

how the fuck ya’ll stay up til 5 in the morning i’m like trying not to pass out at 1:30 and i’m 16 y/o wtf like do you evolve into a night blogger at a certain time or age or follower count i?????

I’ve stayed up for 14 hours straight one day, I don’t even know it’s just that time when your just like “it’s too late to get good sleep now, might as well” and then you start getting hallucinations and then, night blogging gets real. I’m really tired rn and it’s only 12:48 am oops

Posted 9 months ago

theblacksymphony:

If this is your husband, I have just endured a 2 hour train ride from Philadelphia listening to this loser and his friends brag about their multiple affairs and how their wives are too stupid to catch on. Oh, please reblog the shit out of this…

*reblogs* I’m staring intensely at the news just waiting for a murder to occur…

Posted 9 months ago

nightshadedusang:

hipster-trichster:

fuffuster:

hufflepuffsquee:

jesus-sets-free:

witheringsun:

I shouldn’t have to be this scared.

Feminists really annoy me with this “I’m afraid of being raped while walking alone at night” thing.

Let me start off by saying that people from a young age are conditioned to be afraid of the dark. Scary movies teach us that in the dark lies the real danger of the world, monsters, killers, crazy animals, zombies, all the scary stuff.

If you mix that in with femnazi conditioning that men are evil, men are rapists and misogynists, you get a fear of rape while walking in the dark.  While chances are, you will successfully complete your walk with no real reason for there to have been fear in the first place, it’s still there.

I recently read an article (from a feminist website) about 101 ways men can be allies to women and one of the ways read as follows:

"If you see a woman walking alone at night, cross the street to make her more comfortable"

Now I don’t believe that is a word for word quote, but the idea is still there! Men ought to go out of their way to coddle women, cross the street to make a woman comfortable, because women are such fragile creatures, they can’t fucking buck up and get over it.

My advice to you: get over it. Everyone, EVEN MALES get nervous walking in the dark, it’s not your so-called “oppression”

Feminists really annoy me with this “I’m afraid of being raped while walking alone at night” thing.

Well, excuse us for being scared of being raped while walking alone… I don’t think this is even a feminist thing. This is a woman thing. This is a fear women experience. This is a real threat. Why does this very real, very rational fear annoy you?

Let me start off by saying that people from a young age are conditioned to be afraid of the dark. Scary movies teach us that in the dark lies the real danger of the world, monsters, killers, crazy animals, zombies, all the scary stuff.

ok 1) I hate to burst your bubble, but zombies are not a ‘real danger’. The rest, yes. 

2) Guess what falls under ‘scary stuff’? RAPISTS! Scary movies don’t teach us that, society and parents and teachers and even the experiences of our friends/family do. It’s a real danger. It happens. This fear is COMPLETELY valid. 

If you mix that in with femnazi conditioning that men are evil, men are rapists and misogynists, you get a fear of rape while walking in the dark.

Ok so yes there is some femnazi condition that men are ‘evil’, i won’t deny that, and THAT IS ALSO WRONG.

But there is also the concept that has come to be known as “Schrodinger’s Rapist”. When a man approaches you in public, he may or may not be a rapist. 1 in 4 women in the us have a chance of being raped. 

Let me say that AGAIN:

One. In. Four. 25%. Count every fourth women you pass. In school, at work, on the way to the bus. Count them. And understand that the odds are one of ever four to five women you pass. Have been. Raped. 

Those are real statistics that give a VERY rational fear of rape while walking, not just in the DARK, but ANYWHERE.

It takes me fingers on both hands to count people I’ve met, many of whom I encounter daily, who have been raped. Nine in total. Seven women. Two men. 

Those a real numbers of people I HAVE LOOKED IN THE FACE and had them tell me what happened to them. That gives me a VERY rational fear of rape while walking, not just in the DARK, but ANYWHERE. 

I have AT LEAST seven other friends who have told me of street harassment. Of gropings in public. Of men who would not leave them alone and have the thought flash across their minds: “Sorry, mom, I am about to become a statistic.” Who are scared because there is nowhere to run and if they keep being nice they might get grabbed and taken, of who are scared to make that man angry for fear they might get hit and taken and given a ‘good fuck’ to teach them a lesson. 

Again: Those a real numbers of people I HAVE LOOKED IN THE FACE and had them tell me what happened to them. That gives me a VERY rational fear of rape while walking, not just in the DARK, but ANYWHERE. 

While chances are, you will successfully complete your walk with no real reason for there to have been fear in the first place, it’s still there.

actually no, the chances of being raped are pretty fucking high. 

Now I don’t believe that is a word for word quote, but the idea is still there! Men ought to go out of their way to coddle women, cross the street to make a woman comfortable, because women are such fragile creatures, they can’t fucking buck up and get over it.

because women are such fragile creatures, they can’t fucking buck up and get over it.

fucking buck up and get over it.

Excuse you? Ok so you are going to tell me you walk around. In the dark. With no fear of assault? Well that’s good for you, but do NOT expect all women to ‘buck up and get over it’. 

Fuck that. FUCK that. 

I’m about to get real fucking personal. And I don’t care. 

I will never, in my life, get over waking up and answering the phone to a friend. I will never forget her sobs and how scared I was because the first time she spoke, all I caught through her gut-wrenching gasps and tears was ‘emergency room’. 

I will never. In the duration of my life. Forget the exact feeling of horror and sickness as she told me she was getting a rape kit.

I will never forget going to the emergency room and sitting with her and her mom. And getting in her mom’s car and going to the sheriff’s. And sitting in a tiny room while she was questioned. Then filled out a statement. I heard every detail. 

I watched her get into a sheriff’s car to go to another medical facility to get a rape kit and her mother followed. 

I walked across town back to my car. 

I will never forget, months later, sitting in a court room and hearing that scum bag’s lawyer as my friend questions. 

"What were you wearing?"
"And you /had/ been drinking? You realize that is illegal for a women your age?"
"Did you kiss him? It was reported to /me/ that you kissed him."

He spoke to her like she was a child telling a lie. Like she had done the wrong thing and made a mountain out of a mole hill when she. Was. Raped. 

Women 

Do not

Need to ‘get over it’. 

Yes, men get nervous walking in the dark. But they worry more about getting mugged, beat up, followed. Women ALSO worry about these things PLUS RAPE.

We are, to rapists, easier targets. No lube? That’s fine, vagina’s stretch, they can get off. Need something to grab? Hey, women have long hair! That’s good! Easier to overpower? Yup, that, too! Smaller than rapists? Usually! 

Women have EVERY RIGHT to worry about getting raped, but something is broken in our society that we have to be this worried. This vigilant. My mother bought me mace to carry around my college campus. My father asked if I wanted to go through getting a concealed weapon. 

It is a real problem. Stop thinking it isn’t. Stop acting like ‘Waaaaah feminists are making a big deal out of this!’

Stop. It IS a big deal. 

^ THIS.

This is not “a feminazi thing”. This is A WOMAN THING. I don’t know a single woman who doesn’t take precautions when she’s alone at night, and I also don’t know a single woman who hasn’t AT LEAST been sexually harassed once in her life. The first time I left my house alone after dark in years - last summer - I ended up getting mugged. This is not an irrational fear. This is not only something that the majority of women will experience at least once, but it’s also something that we are socialized with.

THANK YOU, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, ^ THIS

Don’t you every fucking DARE tell me that I shouldn’t be afraid of the 18-year-old buff boy I saw man-handling a woman in school today. Don’t you fucking dare tell me that it is irrational to get scared when someone with 30-40 pounds of muscle mass on me puts his hands on me and won’t let go when I tell him to stop. Don’t you EVER get it into your head that it is silly of me to walk with my keys out when I see a group of men I have on several occasions seen sexually harassing a woman walk towards me in a dark parking lot.

Let me tell you something about what women deal with, every day of their life. Sit down and let mamma Nightshade tell you a story.

A woman sitting on the curb outside of a McDonalds. She just worked a 10-hours shift, and she is tired. She changed out of her uniform in the bathroom after work because it smelled like grease and rotting tomatoes, and her hair is down becasue she has a hair-pin headache from having it pulled back all say.

This woman isn’t all that pretty, and she is wearing a tee-shirt and black work pants with sensible, slip-proof shoes. The only remarkable thing about her is that she is waiting outside for her ride at seven in the afternoon. It is not quite getting to be sunset yet, just enough that everything looks a shade or two darker.

The woman’s male co-worker is also leaving. He is old enough to be her father, a big man who obviously loves food and just spent ten hours cooking burgers. He stops briefly to say goodnight, offering to wait inside until she gets picked up, becasue he has time to spare and a daughter of his own. She says no, I’m alright, it’ll only be a minute or two. He leaves with a shrug and a small frown.

Seconds after her co-workers car leaves the lot, a large black van pulls in. It is shiny and new, with chrome wheels and tinted windows. The woman eyes it nervously, clutching her purse and digging for the keys in her pockets. The van doesn’t go to the drive-through or a parking spot but instead pulls up to the curb, only five or so feet away, and the passenger window is rolled down. Inside the woman can see three grown men, five to ten years older than her. She can smell the booze form her seat on the curb, and possibly something sickly sweet enough to be pot.

One of the men, also unremarkable save the stench of him, leans out of the window. “Hey baby, lookin’ good! How you doing tonight?” The woman pointedly ignores them, flipping open her phone to text her ride. How far away are you? The man huffs. “Come on baby, don’t be cold! How bout you come relax with us?”

After several attempts, the men in the car are getting frustrated that the woman isn’t responding. “C’mon, don’t be such a bitch! Why won’t you hang with us baby? What’s your problem?”

The woman snorts, suddenly getting to her feet, knowing that her manager can see her out of the window now, confident that one of her co-workers still inside will already have 91 dialed. “My problem, as you put it,” she spits, “is that I am being harassed by a stranger who smells like cheap beer and cheaper pot.” One of the other men scoffs, and says “we ain’t harassing nobody! Come on girl, why won;t you come with us?”

This is the last straw. ‘Becasue, you ass!” she quips, rolling her shoulders, “If you can’t take a hint now, why would you listen when I tell you to stop later? So kindly FUCK OFF, and take your Junior Rapist buddies with you!” They leave in a hurry, and behind the van is a little girl, asking her mom what “fuck off” means and why the lady looks so mad and scared.

That woman is me. I’m 16 years old, and the only thing I was doing was waiting to go home. I was cat-called by complete strangers, who didn’t seem to understand that “no” isn’t code for “try harder, I’m just shy.”

This happened every time I had to wait for a ride -  half a dozen times! Never the same men, never the same time of day, and it always ended with my manger coming outside to tell me to come back in and wait while she watched the parking lot for me. It got to be such a problem that they had someone watching me while I waited, inside or outside, and I started carrying my phone around with 911 already dialed and my keys in my hand.

So please don’t ever tell a woman she needs to “buck up.” I’ll bet good money that you’ve never had a man old enough to be your father make sexual advanced towards you. It is terrifying on so many levels, becasue you’re a crude bitch if you tell them off, a slut if you play along until you can slip away, a coward if you say nothing, and obviously doing something wrong if they rape you.

It isn’t a feminist ANYTHING. This is a real fear that I live with now that I take myself to and form work and school. This is why I appreciate it when men make a point to go around me or not look below my chin, even when shaking my hand. This is why I initiate hugs with men, and why I don’t like people putting their hands on my shoulders.

This has been a long-ass text-post comment by Nightshade DuSang, which will probably loose me a few followers, but I needed to get it off my chest, and people need to know that this is a real thing, not a figment of the women’s collective imagination.

Amen.

(Source: ringhalsbrinner)

Posted 9 months ago

sing2thedeepsky:

I vote to make this Adam’s new hit single. 

he henceforth is no longer the “fireflies guy”.

He’s the “I love Coca-Cola” guy

Oh. My. Goshness.