got the stars and the fire

pandalot:

You are good at something, stop lying to yourself. You’re good at breaking down comic book plots, cooking ramen perfectly, making your friends happy, knowing the time without looking at a clock, getting the perfect ending at RPG’s, or figuring out the twist ending to movies. Don’t let society tell you your talents are meaningless because they don’t serve an economical purpose. Your talents reflect your interests and passions, and what’s important to you is important.

askinnyblackman:

snake you are drunk

askinnyblackman:

snake you are drunk

ALSO, Y’KNOW, credit to her for still gratuitously saddling me with this “the world is horrible and will rob you of everything you love” shit now that we’re somewhere around the half-year mark of “I’ve probably developed an anxiety disorder”

Once every few months when the topic of anxiety over jobs or making money comes up, my mother will say “I know you don’t like me saying this, but…” and then proceed to tell me that I should marry a rich doctor and work part-time

I cannot fully articulate the fucked-up skeevy feeling I have for the rest of the day upon being reminded that my mother thinks prostituting myself to avoid “forty-hour work weeks for the rest of your life it’s not that much fun” is a viable life option

Actually, prostitution is probably the wrong word

Since I am reasonably certain that johns don’t require prostitutes to pretend to love them and possibly birth their children and share drudging upper-middle class lives with them and generally slowly die inside while compromising their character each day they continue to live the hollow lie that is their life

me in every situation: im too punk rock for this
lexcanroar:

bonerfide:

senseret:



FUCK THE PATRIARCHY



let’s hear it for the ladies

hehehehehe

lexcanroar:

bonerfide:

senseret:

FUCK THE PATRIARCHY

let’s hear it for the ladies

hehehehehe

larxenesomebody:

merlinsfuckingbeard:

My dad was sitting beside me on the computer and saw this folder

He asked me if it was a folder filled with ‘erotic fanfiction about homosexuals’

I then proceeded to show him what was in it 

He then walked away muttering something about me being pretentious 

thank god I have my ‘erotic fanfiction about homosexuals’ in this folder tbh

Always have a decoy

this is either a bad anxiety-depressive thing or a weird flu/food poisoning

either way

I need one of those Japanese heat-up beating-heart people pillows

or a bigger cat

or anti-anxiety meds

or like a DTF booty call but with cuddling

The problem with sexist, racist, homophobic, transphobic, classist, ableist, etc., remarks and “jokes” is not that they’re offensive, but that by relying for their meaning on harmful cultural narratives about privileged and marginalized groups they reinforce those narratives, and the stronger those narratives are, the stronger the implicit biases with which people are indoctrinated are. That’s real harm, not just “offense.

I Don’t Care If You’re Offended by Scott Madin (via fillingthespaces)

SO RELEVANT to something I”m putting together right now….

(via flutterflyinvasion)

I think something might be a bit off with my flash, because I just got some truly disconcerting pictures of deer

studmuffintommee:


Wonder Woman by Adam Hughes

AH is awesome!

studmuffintommee:

Wonder Woman by Adam Hughes

AH is awesome!