socialnetworkhell:

"Consensual sex" is just sex. To say that implies that there is such a thing as "non consensual sex", which there isn’t. That’s rape. That is what it needs to be called. There is only sex or rape. Do not teach people that rape is just another type of sex. They are two very separate events. You wouldn’t say "breathing swimming" and "non breathing swimming", you say swimming and drowning.

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  • white woman: men are awful
  • white man: not all men!
  • white woman: yes but enough men so that i feel endangered, your comment is unnecessary and derails the dialogue of women's issues that i am attempting to engage in
  • person of color: white people are awful
  • white woman: not all white people!
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chasexjackson:

worthyourweightinfanfiction:


sparseparsley:

swing-set-in-december:

regular-lord-joesus:

kummersaurus:

crying because 50 shades of grey



fifty shades of awful



JUST SAY IT

50 Shades is a lot more interesting if you convince yourself that “there” means “my feet”

chasexjackson:

worthyourweightinfanfiction:

sparseparsley:

swing-set-in-december:

regular-lord-joesus:

kummersaurus:

crying because 50 shades of grey

image

fifty shades of awful

image

JUST SAY IT

50 Shades is a lot more interesting if you convince yourself that “there” means “my feet”

codeinewarrior:

me and you and our dogs all sleeping together on our king sized bed

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crookedthinking95:

sephiramy:

ourloveissemperfii:

"One day in the subway, James saw a red cat with a wound to the leg that likely resulted from a fight with another cat. It was obvious that the cat needed help. James could not pass and took the cat to the vet. With a little medical treatment and prescription drugs, the cat quickly recovered. At that point, James found it impossible to say goodbye to Street Cat Bob. Bob followed James everywhere he went. As James played the guitar on the street and Bob sat nearby, revenues increased dramatically. People found it difficult to pass when they looked at the cute kitty. James went on to write a book describing their adventures in the street which was full of life – both dramatic and comedic. In the book, James says that he could not have imagined how meeting Bob would change his life. His friendship with the cat healed him from a life that had been very hard. Most likely, if Bob could speak, he would say the same thing.”

Um, so here is a book I am going to go BUY… NOW.

chyeaitsjess

themanicpixiedreamgrrrl:

shingekinokyojinheaven:

the only photo set that actually matters on this website

at first i thought this was gonna be like what they taught us in health class about a vagina being the size of a lemon, and a babies head being the size of a watermelon…thank fuckign god it wasnt

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promiscuous-petal:

enough about sex positions has anyone discovered a reading position which doesn’t get uncomfortable after 5 minutes

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blackbarmitzvahs:

Can you imagine the conversation though?
Queen: I’m going
Chief of Staff: But, Your Majesty, the security risks…
Queen: I’m going I want cake 
Chief of Staff:
Queen: 
Chief of Staff: 
Queen: I want cake

blackbarmitzvahs:

Can you imagine the conversation though?

Queen: I’m going

Chief of Staff: But, Your Majesty, the security risks…

Queen: I’m going I want cake 

Chief of Staff:

Queen: 

Chief of Staff: 

Queen: I want cake

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I don’t know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.
— Vincent van Gogh (via seabois)