omg i could just hear loads of music and like loads of horns and weird motorbike type noises outside my house so i looked out the window and theRE WAS 3 MEN DRESSED LIKE OLD WOMEN ON SEGWAYS THEY’D MADE TO LOOK LIKE GRANNY TROLLIES JUST CHILLIN ON THE PATH
so i was like wtf and shouted like what the fuck are you doing out my window to them and one of the guys just looked at me and said “we’re Gran Turismo, duh” AND JUST DROVE AWAY
“why does feminism matter,” i sneer. “it’s not like i’m a woma-” my mouth is forced open as hundreds upon thousands of spiders crawl out of my throat. they skitter past my teeth and tongue and pour down my chin. everyone watches calmly. there is no escape from hell.
“I find it somewhat odd when women in countries [in] the global North use internal feminist critiques from other parts of the world to feel smug that [‘they’] are ‘well off’ as compared to those poor benighted women of ‘another culture’. If you read feminist critiques of your own society, or simply look around you, you’ll find that marriage is pretty much the same there as here, as is the glass ceiling, the sexual division of labour, the sexism, the domestic violence. Not to mention the fact that the USA can’t get a woman elected head of state, nor till today, has the Equal Rights Amendment as part of its constitution! The point is that patriarchies take different shapes and forms, and so do feminisms.”— Prof. Nivedita Menon, Feminist scholar/ political theorist (via rethinkcapitalism)
the next step is when i go out and walk around late at night and go home with the first guy who tries to pick me up and let him do whatever he wants to me but i’m not quite there yet but when i am i guess i’ll keep you all updated
i hate the world and i hate myself so i’m going to get naked for strange men on the internet because my body is nothing special and no one is ever going to think i’m special so i might as well let some dudes see every stupid insignificant part of me because who cares
I’m in my second year of university and for the past while I’ve been feeling drained. I’m doing well in school and I make time to go out for drinks once in a while — I should be having a better time than I am now, shouldn’t I? What’s wrong with me? Nothing.
I’m 25. I have a full-time job with health insurance, a secretary, an office and a paid-for parking spot in the city. Why am I unhappy? Why do I want to give it up and go back to school? I’m trying to be happy with what everyone wants but I can’t. What’s wrong with me? Nothing.
I just worked my ass off on a project at work. Lots of people are congratulating me … but when I hear it, it just falls dead. What’s wrong with me? Nothing.
I don’t know what to do with my life, and I have absolutely no motivation to find out. What’s wrong with me? Nothing.
Sex is just so complicated and I always get so nervous and psych myself out that I let it ruin the experience. What’s wrong with me? Nothing.
I can only come in one position. One position. It’s universal — every man I’ve been with, I can only have orgasms in one damn position! What’s wrong with me? Nothing.
I’m 21 years old and I’ve never been out on a date. I’ve got plenty of friends and I don’t think I’m boring, so what’s wrong with me? Nothing.
When boys like me, I get weird. I will like them and flirt with them, but as soon as they want to hang out, I freak out and try to come up with excuses not to. What’s wrong with me? Nothing.
I really really like this guy. But sometimes when we’re together I get really worried. I worry about when we’ll stop liking each other. Why can’t I just be happy? What’s wrong with me? Nothing.
I’ve never been in love although I’ve dated plenty of guys. What’s wrong with me? Nothing.
I always think I’ll be happier someplace else. What’s wrong with me? Nothing.