a few times, yeah, when a series of unfortunate events came out, but i always appreciate hearing it :)
mmm i wouldn’t post one from the front but maybe from the back, sometime…?
I KNOW, RIGHT? although i don’t think this girl is necessarily femme. she dresses like a lot of straight girls on this campus, like, hoodies and t shirts and jeans every day. and yesterday i made a comment about how identifying as “female” no longer cuts it for me, i’m in fact “high femme” and she was like, whaaaaaat?
idk all of my queer friends are just so PAINFULLY OBVIOUSLY QUEER that she just totally slipped my notice.
i’m a non-dancey queer thing to do in portland ;)
girls you think are really cute but also really straight but then they start talking about how they wish there were more non-dancey lesbian things to do in portland
a sign of both how bad your gaydar is and how beautiful life can be sometimes
If You Buy An Old Polygraph At a Swap Meet, Do Not Break It Out At a Party
by Derrick Brown
When I first brought the thing home
I had no idea it would change me for the better.
Honesty is a wide shot of a movie lot.
Now, I cannot trust lovers or anyone with curly hair.
The clerk at my supermarket wants my life.
The hairdresser keeps looking at my neck
and then the scissors
and then my neck.
I don’t trust you. Your pants are baggy.
You’ve got choking hands.
All dresses are fingerprint recording devices.
I don’t trust your painted face.
I don’t like that you keep looking down or that your eyes shift into neutral… .
like a dying man’s… .
as a dying man’s.
How do you know what is honest anymore?
Because your snotty toddler is not the most adorable thing in the world?
Because the cops don’t actually care if you have a nice day?
Because you are not the world’s best grandma and didn’t even apply in time?
Because that chocolate is not to die for unless you were a dog
and then you’d just be a dead dog?
Because I am still alive and death did not do us part?
Trust the machine.
You can trust something without a heartbeat.
Everyone practiced beating the machine
through breathing techniques,
biting of the tongue,
and squeezing of various butt muscles.
It didn’t matter.
“Have you ever wanted someone more than me?”
“Have you ever lied to me?”
The slightest pause means gather the jackets.
Everything honest ends in silence.
Dorian Solot, I Love Female Orgasm: An Extraordinary Orgasm Guide. (via feministhistorian)
Oh, this this this.
Please can we just teach women how to be happy, proud, and secure with their bodies and sexuality?
I cannot believe my post has gotten 13,000+ likes and reblogs.
a LOT of reedies end up marrying each other, if that helps.
my handy dandy sea foam green vibrator, of course
oh my god i am NOT the person to ask
a LOT of people in my year are in weirdly committed relationships? like, have been dating over a year? it’s odd and makes me feel inadequate.
and then there are A LOT of people who are really into the hook-up culture.
i’d say there’s a pretty good balance between monogamous relationships and people who just have sex, but overwhelmingly everyone is sexually frustrated and just need someone to hug them.
seriously can someone else help me answer this question?
hot russian tutor is destroying my plan to nap in the library cause he keeps speaking russian and it’s just mmmmmph
Matt Pearson, Ling 211 (via shitreedprofessorssay)
<3 u, matt