Today

My stomach is in knots. I’m shutting down. I feel like I’m going to vomit all over the place. I can hardly leave my bed. I’m going to sleep a little more to see if it goes away.

The Beautiful One

Last night I beheld a strange and exciting creature. It was both beautiful and sad. On the outside, it was a happy, carefree being. Upon examining further, I discovered that just like the rest of us, it had its broken bits. Sharp shards from his past rip through his skin, leaving behind scars that are better off explained as accidents. He is tired. Dragging around a secret like that can leave you so exhausted it feels like another step is going to kill you. You half wish it would. I have witnessed others of his kind helping him keep his head above the torrent of the raging river of despair. I looked at the river and saw myself reflected back. I began to cry, and soon found myself swept into the river as well. It was not an easy task to stay afloat. I was bleeding too. But the ethereal beauty of the creature drew me near. He looked at me and cried out.  I had a choice to make. Float on, alone, but with an easier path to the shore, or to help the one I’d become fascinated by. I swam to his side. I grabbed his hand and tried to teach him an easier way to swim. Quite often he would drop it and scream, “Why won’t you just let me drown? Can’t you see how tired I am? You could easily make it to shore without me! Just go. I’m not worth it.” I looked at the others trying to help as well, some even starting to let go. I grabbed his hand again and start swimming harder. I’m not quite sure why I couldn’t let go. Maybe I felt the stirrings of something that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Maybe I knew that alone, I wouldn’t care enough to get back to shore, and would let myself just be swept away. In time, the creature saw my struggles and began to help me back. He swatted away those that clung to me like a dead weight, those unable to see that they were only dragging me down. I watch them float back to shore easily, and cry for my loss and feeling of relief. He tells me I am worth more than my abusers. He focuses solely on getting me back to dry land, while I try desperately to pull him along with me.  We ease each other’s strain. We are weighed down by each other’s struggle. But every smile, every time he fights against sure death gives me new strength to keep pulling. I caught my reflection again in the water, and realized that I was not so different from the creature. That we were the same and he was worn down from treading water for so very long. I was tired too. But knowing that the one next to me was there to help, and that I was there to help him made the fight so much easier. I knew that in the morning we would reach land, and begin to turn human again. I know that we both have the strength to last that long. 

spiderkiss:

poppypicklesticks:

maraudere:

Josh Thomas talks about male suicide

I wonder how feminists will react to this

Probably ignore it then go back to making male tears mugs and gifs 

Actually this is a very common idea among feminists

It’s something feminists have been talking about for years it’s called toxic masculinity and it’s one of the common threads among the topic of ‘Patriarchy hurts men too’. If fact the first time I read about toxic masculinity was on a feminist blog.

If you actually read things feminists talk about instead of straw manning them you might know this but OH WELL

bl-ossomed:

oh my god

bl-ossomed:

oh my god

ink-and-roses:

ahumblebard:

doxian:

I want a movie about a little girl, aged like 11-12, going through the stuggles of prepubescent girl life, with her entire inner monologue is narrated by Samuel L. Jackson.

Shot of disgruntled adorable little girl.

SLJ: I knew that Susie was a backstabbin’ motherfucker, and if anyone was going to ruin my chances of being Miss Sugar Drop Queen, it was that asshole. 

I didn’t know I needed this in my life until now.

This is never not funny

hotsytotsy:

pearlconcubine:

autumnbound:

powderedbuns:

dialga:

meowling-quim:

sockdreams.com is such a dangerous website omg you can drop so much money within the blink of an eye

I NEED ALL OF THEM

let me tell you about sockdreams okay. everything they have is cute and their “longer” socks which are for taller or curvier people are amazing. i am almost 6 feet tall and not a skinny lady and i bought some thigh highs thinking they’d end up being calf socks on me and just kind of resigning myself to this fate but when they arrived (in like two days, holy shit they mail out fast) not only did they pull all the way up without trouble, they managed to stay up and look cute. as. fuck. OP’s right yo, that website’s a threat to your wallet.

sockdreams is such a legitimate company and I love them a lot

For realsies, SockDreams is amazing.  I really admire them as a company for making a strong commitment to being body positive.  They put a lot of effort into making sure their sizing information is accurate, have a wide range of options for plus and tall sizes, and are vigilant about hateful comments appearing on their sight.  Not to mention, the language they use on their website is very inclusive.  All my love for sockdreams.  

I’m so in love with this site.
mind-the-neurogasm:

gwladus:

autoluminescence:

thefriendlessfeminist:

PSA to the Michigan GOP.

#what if i named my vag ‘the dark lord’ #that would truly open up a whole new world of pickup lines #’the dark lord will see you now’ #’wanna be a death eater?’ 

both the post and the tags are A+

We should spread a mass movement where women will always refer to her vagina as “Voldemort” and treat it like it’s nbd.
At the doctor: “I think I there’s something wrong with my Voldemort.”
About to have sex: “Oh honey, I don’t think Voldemort’s gonna like that.”
Or have it in code:
I’m on my period: “Potter shoved a basilisk fang in my diary.”

mind-the-neurogasm:

gwladus:

autoluminescence:

thefriendlessfeminist:

PSA to the Michigan GOP.

#what if i named my vag ‘the dark lord’ #that would truly open up a whole new world of pickup lines #’the dark lord will see you now’ #’wanna be a death eater?’

both the post and the tags are A+

We should spread a mass movement where women will always refer to her vagina as “Voldemort” and treat it like it’s nbd.

At the doctor: “I think I there’s something wrong with my Voldemort.”

About to have sex: “Oh honey, I don’t think Voldemort’s gonna like that.”

Or have it in code:

I’m on my period: “Potter shoved a basilisk fang in my diary.”

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

cyclonemetal:

"well, it seems we are at an impasse."

"so we are. carry on, cat"

"same to you, bird."

"NEITHER OF US CAN EAT THE OTHER SO LET US SAY GOOD DAY"

farorescourage:

busket:

sixpenceee:

alloursongswillbelullabies:

sixpenceee:

Doesn’t that look beautiful?

Like something you’d find on one of those soft/nature blogs?

Well you are in for a surprise

The Bolton Strid in England is one of the most innocent looking streams. 

Though it looks like you could just hop across the rocks, but if you miss you will die for sure. It packs very rapid currents just a couple of feet below its surface. No one really knows how deep it really is. Nobody who has ever fallen into the Strid has survived. It has a 100% fatality rate.

It’s always the things I google expecting to be false that wind up being horribly true.

I forgot to add but here is a SOURCE

"It’s relatively common for people to assume they can jump the creek, walk across its stones or even wade through it (again, just looking at it, the Strid really seems to be only knee-deep in places, and certainly not the instant, precipitous drop into a watery grave that it is). Most of the time, they never even find the body. Which means there are just dozens of corpses down there, pinned to the walls of the underground chasms, waiting for you to join them…"

how dare you leave out the best quote

It’s exactly how water works in a video game: It looks all stupid and harmless, but the second your foot touches the surface, you get some bullshit drowning animation and die instantly.”