June 2011
I haven’t heard from my sister in 24 hours. Yesterday she told me she was going to an opium museum. I’m going to assume she got arrested or something.
“Cause I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it. Sex in the air, I don’t care, I love the smell of it. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but chains and whips excite me.”
—Alfred Kinsey (via historysaidwhat)
the thing about street harassment is that uh do you think it’s going to work
you just screamed at a woman that you would “tap that” and you think she’s going to walk over and say “awesome, let’s get a hotel”
i mean really
- Nice guys in the friend zone
- That chance you think you have
- It is more than likely that it never fucking existed
- Women don’t owe you something just because you’re not explicitly terrible to them
- You’re still kind of a misogynist tool
- Go on RedTube, rub out the loneliness and move on you pathetic manbabies
Tomorrow my sister is going on a school trip to Thailand for three weeks, so I’m going to print a picture of her and show it to her turtle while she’s gone so he doesn’t miss her too much.
“i’m not your average teenage girl”
—average teenage girl (via jona-vark)
“Dancing strangely is part of the creative process”
—Florence Welch (via paintedfire)
It’s 3:31am. I should probably go to bed.
But I really don’t want to.
But if I stay up, I’ll sleep in all day tomorrow and I don’t want to do that either.
