LIST OF REALLY SUPER CUTE THINGS:
i will check out your butt regardless of gender. im no buttist
There are people with a weak sense of humour.
There are people who miss golden opportunities.
And then there is George Takei.
Oh man there are so many things I want to talk about right now. Okay it’s one thing. But like a million facets of that thing and I just know that if I start talking about one it’s going to turn into a huuuuge rant about all of them but here goes anyway because I need to get this out and I have no one to say these things to. That’s a lie I have several people but none of them want to hear it and that is genuinely okay because I wouldn’t want to hear it if I were them. I could talk to the person it’s concerning, but I am scared that would make things worse. I constantly feel like I am on thin ice in this relationship-that’s-not-a-relationship, and though I’m still hanging in there because I have feelings and I hope it’s worth it, it still sucks a lot to feel this way all the time. I never questioned it. Even when I’m faced with sadness or anger or another of the multitude of negative expressions I’ve come to accept as part of the healing process, I never once think ‘this will never work.’ So when I’m confronted all of a sudden with such forceful doubt, it genuinely hurts. I’ll admit, I’ve had my doubts and I still have them. I’m scared, too. Honestly this whole thing is probably not a good idea…no matter how hard I try, I don’t see it ending well later on down the road. But I care and so I would never thrust those doubts into the space between us, because I believe they can be overcome. Even now that we’ve discussed and worked and even maybe fought, and in words things seem to be settled, I still find myself walking on eggshells, facing this never ending fear that one wrong thing said or done will result in a complete regression. It feels like nothing is settled. I have so many positive feelings. But there are some negative ones, too. I’ve never felt this lost and I’ve never been this confused and conflicted as to what I should do.
"aw your underpants are so cute today *turns off light*… wait… what’re they doing?? OH MY GAWD"
Oh my god.
It’s full of stars!
Space Undies: When Your Ass is Out of This World.
Would you like to boldly go where no man has gone before?
I NEED DIS
Awesome protests erupted in my school today. Our student council planned a “fun” game for valentines day. They handed out paper hearts to every girl at the beginning of the day. Only the girls. If a girl speaks to a guy through the duration of the day, she has to give him her heart. Guys get five raffle tickets for every heart they collect. Girls cannot collect hearts, they only have one to give away, and guys do not have to give away anything. A gay male asked for a heart to give away to participate and was told no.
Some girls have taken this as an invitation to say things such as, quoted from twitter, “keeping the whores from talking today haha.” And boasting about “keeping their heart and not being a whore.” This has turned into an excuse to shame each other for talking to guys. And for what? A valentines game?
Rather than writing their names on the hearts and giving them away, many girls have written notes of protest on the paper hearts and are wearing them proudly as they associate with whoever they please and refuse to give the heart away.
Proud of some of the people in my school today.
males are rewarded for collecting female “hearts” and are encouraged to collect as many as they possibly can, but females are only allowed to have one heart to give away, and when they give it away they’re not allowed to play anymore
the correlation of “hearts” to how virginity/sex is treated in society is kind of eerie and definitely sexist
This is a really big deal! My elementary had us do this for Valentine’s Day one year. Girls were given a prize if they kept theirs, boys were given a prize if they got one. The boys would harass us - verbally, getting into our personal space, or pulling our hair - until we told them to stop and then they would get to take the heart. A lot of us were pretty mad about it at the time, and now that I see the implications of it, I’m even angrier.
takin off ur bra at the end of the day