My male roommates hate when I talk about stopping rape culture and female supremacy.
Oh well.

Don’t fucking tell me that rape culture isn’t alive and breeding
Last night I went to Denim and Diamonds with my bestfriend and these two men were constantly grabbing at us and hooting so finally a turned (a little too quickly with water in my hand, spilt it on him. Wasn’t going to stop my fury to apologize in fact I thought to myself ha good that’s karma you punk) and politely told him to “FUCK THE FUCK OFF STOP FUCKING TOUCHING ME!” And went on my way.
THEY. THREW. A. GLASS. ASH. TRAY. AT. THE. BACK. OF. OUR. HEADS.

….Are you fucking kidding me?!
I mean to be a stereotypical asshole and have already gone ahead and physically put your hands on me, that’s one thing. But to attempt to harm an 18 year old girl- these were men thirties to forties- for standing up for herself? And not just attempt to harm, those ashtrays weigh some good 5 pounds.
…what if it had killed my friend? It didn’t hit me but it hit my bestfriend right in the back of the head. What if those drunken assholes /killed/ my friend, roommate, bestfriend? Like yes those men would 100% go to jail but she’d be gone forever.

All because men aren’t taught to respect a woman enough to just leave her the fuck alone.

mr0wlatemym3talworm:

emilioisthemanz:

s3nketsu-sama:

bosxe:

Couples that Slipknot together, stick together.

What a lucky guy

this is so cute

Marry her

Hnnnnnnng

lossofblood:

as an actor in a haunted house i can certify that the conga line is the preferred way of escape 


Hahahahah lossofblood:

as an actor in a haunted house i can certify that the conga line is the preferred way of escape 


Hahahahah lossofblood:

as an actor in a haunted house i can certify that the conga line is the preferred way of escape 


Hahahahah lossofblood:

as an actor in a haunted house i can certify that the conga line is the preferred way of escape 


Hahahahah lossofblood:

as an actor in a haunted house i can certify that the conga line is the preferred way of escape 


Hahahahah lossofblood:

as an actor in a haunted house i can certify that the conga line is the preferred way of escape 


Hahahahah lossofblood:

as an actor in a haunted house i can certify that the conga line is the preferred way of escape 


Hahahahah lossofblood:

as an actor in a haunted house i can certify that the conga line is the preferred way of escape 


Hahahahah

lossofblood:

as an actor in a haunted house i can certify that the conga line is the preferred way of escape 

Hahahahah

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birdschoolforbirds:

thetoxiczombie:

avengwhores:

Robert Downey, Jr. consoles a young boy in tears because Iron Man isn’t in his costume.

… I don’t know who looks more distraught: Downey or the kid

"oh no I let it down, what am I, who am I, I’m a fraud"

no no i think robert downey jr. is also just now realizing for the first time that he isn’t iron man

ishanijasmin:

my boyfriend is a butt, part two

"they say that other boys are boring, and the proverbial ‘you’
is burning a hole in their aching hearts
but we’re talking about us
hello. here’s me. hello. here’s you.
and people are interesting, and i’m not going to lie to myself
when i say that you and i are a happy coincidence.
we are, but here’s the catch: we’re a very happy coincidence,
and other boys aren’t boring, no one is, but they’re no competition for you,
because nothing cooks my heart like your breath on my neck on a tuesday morning."
"

at the ripening age of thirteen, i fell in love for the first time
because holden caulfield was the handsomest man alive according to vice magazine,
and what did that leave me to be
except a child sprinting through a field for the nearest cliff, screaming, ‘catch me, catch me, catch me!’

a red hunting hat adorned the back of my eyelids
but it wasn’t ‘in’ this year
and even if it was, my head was probably the wrong shape for it
but i didn’t throw it away for another six summers -
i was hoping i could find someone to love me with it,
but i’d waited with rose-tinted glasses for long enough.

and ah, love! i never understood love -
it wasn’t right, wasn’t genuine enough,
and at nineteen, i had absorbed the role of catcher as my own.
my family fed me through clenched teeth
and subsisted on a diet of my university grades and muttered swear words in return.

who am i now to absorb this feeling thrown backwards through my fingers
like an upside-down hourglass?
i cannot comprehend this,
and every year i let go by without doing so
is another child i have allowed to fly past me into the dark void

and oh, how i wish it were me instead.

"
i missed the point of catcher in the rye | ishani jasmin (via ishanijasmin)