The most repulsive disgusting word I can think of is “panties” if you ever say that word to me I will turn around and walk the other way
If you say panties to me at any point during sex I will leave in .5 seconds
If you say it as a joke I will just yell at you
If you work at Victoria’s Secret and you want to let me know that the store is having a buy four get one free sale on panties I will vomit all over the pretty display
I can’t stand it
Just typing it makes me upset
If you anonymously message me that word after reading this post I hope your laptop spontaneously combusts; please don’t do that don’t be that guy
so i watched scott pilgrim vs the world again last night and the fact that im still picking up on things that i never saw before astounds me, like in this bus scene after the fight with matthew patel there’s a fucking bokeh filter on the front of the camera so when ramona is on screen all the out of focus bits are rendered as little “x”s and scott’s bits are little love hearts but when scott asks ramona if they’re dating now there’s a little ding from the bus as ramona’s turn to hearts like omg
the amount of attention to detail edgar wright puts into his films is absolutely baffling to me
Long boring post about me going to the grocery store
So I got my first library card today, and one of the books I checked out was Armageddon in Retrospect by Kurt Vonnegut. Here’s a line from the book: “I consider anybody who borrows a book instead of buying it, or lends one, a twerp.”
Sorry to let you down, my love. But I’m rather poor.
I went to the library for the first time today and got a library card and some books.
We won’t have tv at the house (or wifi, for a while, at least). I’m going to brush up on all my favorite things (Roethke, Bob Dylan, and Stalin).
Currently: falling in love with FKA twigs
Tuesday August 26th, the Belgian feminist activist group Lilith’S took Liège airport by storm to condemn the airport authorities’ role in supplying arms to Israel. Under a banner bearing the slogan “HOW MANY TONS OF WEAPONS FOR SO MANY LITERS OF BLOOD ? “, the activists spilled a hundred liters of fake blood, creating a red pool to symbolize the slaughter committed by Israel in Palestine.
this is so awesome that I can’t even begin to comprehend. Applause for them.
shit i am tired of
cis people get pronouns. trans people get preferred pronouns.
cis people get a gender. trans people get to identify as a gender.
these are microaggressions designed to undermine and invalidate who we know ourselves to be, and to reinforce the perceived inauthenticity of trans people.
this is always harmful, and for some, primarily trans feminine people and esp trans feminine poc, it can be dangerous or deadly.
I have a lot of feelings inside of me, more feelings than any one person should contain inside themselves, and I love showing me feelings for other people, like buying them gifts, holding their hands, playing with their hair, etc. my gestures hold weight. If I’m your friend, I want to cuddle you and hold you and tell you that I love you (because I do! You’re my friend!) and if you’re my partner I want to do the same but also do literally everything with you; wash the dishes, get ready for work, buy groceries, literally everything. Sometimes I feel like people take this the wrong way, and that friends think I’m in love with them (love and in love hold very separate meanings to me), and that partners think I’m clingy. I guess to anyone else from the outside looking in, I probably appear to be in love with all my friends. But I’ve really only ever been in love with one person, and even when I date other people, and tell them that I love them, it’s usually honestly just a time for me to show the full extent of my “friendship love” to them. Yes of course, I have sex with them, but I also think that having sex and making love are completely different (as should you). In reality, this is extremely selfish of me, because I’ve had partners in the past who have been in love with me, but I don’t reciprocate. But they don’t know that. I am a very selfish human being who absolutely loves to express my love for others, and I’m afraid that that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, but I’m finally coming to terms with it. I have only felt real, true, painful love for one person, and they are the only person I desire to fully go forth in life with. But I have felt love for so many, who I would do anything for, and would love to have in my life. Selfishly selfless. My heart is breaking because it’s too full.