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Anyone that uses your grasp of the English language as an indicator of your intelligence is probably a racist

Ok but it’s a very good gauge

No it’s not and you’re probably a racist

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Don’t fuck with me

This is great. You were very mature and explicit, as well as helpful in the ways that you could be. I don’t think you could have handled this any better than you did. 4 for you, Glen Coco.

I wish I could have stood up for myself in this way when I was a teenager

Sheroes.

Threatening suicide to get what you want isn’t “borderline” abusive, it is abusive.

Men who do this have a very high risk of murdering whomever they’re trying to guilt trip when the guilt trip eventually stops working.

ironically hes joked about killing me before

That’s terrifying

I could never of been that sure of myself and protective of my own health when I was 14. What you did is wonderful and you should be incredibly proud of yourself.

This is very important, everyone. Also, if your partner ever threatens to hurt themselves, either because they, “feel so bad that they made you upset,” or for any reason, that’s abuse. They’re trying to manipulate you into not saying you’re upset with their behavior. “I love them, and I don’t want them to be hurt because of me, so I shouldn’t speak up, even though they hurt my feelings.” That’s a perfect example of emotional manipulation and guilt tripping you. If they threaten that they may die- either from suicide or a, “broken heart,” if you leave them, that’s abuse. You shouldn’t have to live in fear of your partner hurting themself of killing themself just because you want out of a relationship. If they don’t respect your choices, or especially if they don’t respect you, leave them. It’s not your fault.

Fourteen year old me is in freakin’ AWE.

This kind of manipulation is scary, and somehow you have to find the strength to say NO.  Steel yourself when the other person, male or female, says they will hurt or kill themselves if you break up with them or don’t go out with them, recommend they get help elsewhere, but continue to say no when they demand personal interaction with you.  That person will try to devour your life.  You will spend your days wondering how you can avoid a scene, how you can keep from “hurting” them, and the relationship can go downhill.  It’s like these people say, protect your own health.  Don’t let a psychological vampire like this into your life.  Trust us.  We’ve all had them, and they will harm you psychologically and perhaps even physically.  They have to mend themselves.  You can’t do it for them.

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THIS is White Privilege.
This is the price white people who appropriate blackness pay for committing numerous crimes. They get to be successful actors once they drop this “phase”.
Meanwhile a black person would get the most ridiculous of prison sentences for even one of these.
HE BLINDED A MAN. HE HAS A HATE CRIME UNDER HIS BELT.  And he’s a successful actor.
Y’all need not worry about Justin Bieber. He’ll be just fine.
Unfortunately.

Nah I gotta google this it can’t be

I gotta research this. :’(

http://abcnews.go.com/Nightline/story?id=2509542&page=1
http://www.thesmokinggun.com/file/back-day-marky-marks-rap-sheet-0?page=8
http://www.thesmokinggun.com/file/back-day-marky-marks-rap-sheet-0?page=6
http://www.modelminority.com/joomla/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=265:mark-wahlbergs-turning-point-&catid=39:hate&Itemid=56

that bus full of kids were black children on their way to a formerly all white school. he was against segregation.
and while attacking that vietnamese man, he called him a vietnamese shit

Good ol’ Marky Mark stabbing people with broken bottles in the eyes while screaming racial slurs and shit.
Meanwhile Black folks getting murdered in the street for being “no angel” and so on…

I fuckin hate this man

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obenibo:

THIS is White Privilege.

This is the price white people who appropriate blackness pay for committing numerous crimes. They get to be successful actors once they drop this “phase”.

Meanwhile a black person would get the most ridiculous of prison sentences for even one of these.

HE BLINDED A MAN. HE HAS A HATE CRIME UNDER HIS BELT.
And he’s a successful actor.

Y’all need not worry about Justin Bieber. He’ll be just fine.

Unfortunately.

Nah I gotta google this it can’t be

I gotta research this. :’(

http://abcnews.go.com/Nightline/story?id=2509542&page=1

http://www.thesmokinggun.com/file/back-day-marky-marks-rap-sheet-0?page=8

http://www.thesmokinggun.com/file/back-day-marky-marks-rap-sheet-0?page=6

http://www.modelminority.com/joomla/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=265:mark-wahlbergs-turning-point-&catid=39:hate&Itemid=56

that bus full of kids were black children on their way to a formerly all white school. he was against segregation.

and while attacking that vietnamese man, he called him a vietnamese shit

Good ol’ Marky Mark stabbing people with broken bottles in the eyes while screaming racial slurs and shit.

Meanwhile Black folks getting murdered in the street for being “no angel” and so on…

I fuckin hate this man

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  • (I work the floor at an independently-owned menswear store. The owner, my boss, spends a lot of time at the shop, and tries to keep prices as low as possible to help our city’s large homeless population get good job interview clothes. A clearly homeless man is wandering around the store. The other patrons are giving him looks.)
  • Customer: “Excuse me, sir?”
  • Me: “Yes, ma’am?”
  • Customer: “I think you may want to call security. That… bum over there, he keeps feeling the suits and muttering to himself. I’m just sure he’s planning to steal one.”
  • Me: “Well, ma’am, I think that’s quite unlikely.”
  • Customer: “Oh, come on, you know how they are! I mean, I’d keep an eye on him even if he wasn’t homeless!”
  • (The homeless man in question happens to be Hispanic.)
  • Me: “We don’t discriminate here, ma’am.”
  • Customer: “Well, I’m sure the owner would want to hear about this!”
  • (I give in and call him over. The customer explains her concerns. As a black man, my boss isn’t happy with her racism, but agrees to talk to the homeless man.)
  • Owner: “Excuse me, sir, are you finding what you need?”
  • Homeless Man: “Well, not really. I’m hoping for something versatile in a dark or navy wool, but most of the options in my size are cut American style instead of European, which fits me a little better. Not to mention they’re all pinstriped, which I really don’t have the build for, you know?”
  • Owner: “I… yes, I understand. I think we may have some options over here, if you’ll follow me. How did you know all that?”
  • Homeless Man: “Back before I lost my job, I used to be really into this stuff. I’m not looking for anything fancy, just something I can use to look good for a job interview later today.”
  • (My boss helps him find something he likes, and comes to the counter with him. The suit is priced at $87.)
  • Homeless Man: *digging in his pockets* “Hang on, I think I’ve got enough.”
  • Owner: *to me* “Take my card. I’m buying it for him.” *to the homeless man* “Here. The suit’s yours, on one condition. After your interview today, you come back and apply for a job here too. Got it?”
  • Homeless Man: “I… oh my God, thank you. Thank you so much.”
  • (Two years later, that formerly-homeless man is my manager, and has a little girl with his new wife—the owner’s sister.)

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okay, but where is, “I’M THE SMARTEST RACCOON I KNOW”

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Okay good i didn’t want to reblog this without the racoon one


the raccoon one tho

"iv already had like 4 babies"

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"

What if
all women were bigger and stronger than you
and thought they were smarter

What if
women were the ones who started wars

What if
too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos
and no K-Y Jelly

What if
the state trooper
who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike
was a woman
and carried a gun

What if
the ability to menstruate
was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs

What if
your attractiveness to women depended
on the size of your penis

What if
every time women saw you
they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands

What if
women were always making jokes
about how ugly penises are
and how bad sperm tastes

What if
you had to explain what’s wrong with your car
to big sweaty women with greasy hands
who stared at your crotch
in a garage where you are surrounded
by posters of naked men with hard-ons

What if
men’s magazines featured cover photos
of 14-year-old boys
with socks
tucked into the front of their jeans
and articles like:
“How to tell if your wife is unfaithful”
or
“What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate”
or
“The truth about impotence”

What if
the doctor who examined your prostate
was a woman
and called you “Honey”

What if
you had to inhale your boss’s stale cigar breath
as she insisted that sleeping with her
was part of the job

What if
you couldn’t get away because
the company dress code required
you wear shoes
designed to keep you from running

And what if
after all that
women still wanted you
to love them.

"

For the Men Who Still Don’t Get It, written 20 years ago by Carol Diehl. 

She wrote a post about the history of this poem that is worth reading.

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