Sometimes you just have to listen to the entire Hamilton soundtrack that’s just how life goes

I'm starting to get smile lines.

How lovely to have smiled so often that happiness permanently etches itself into your face

How metal to have lived a life where your face now pre-warns people not to fuck with you

How resilient to have cared so strongly that empathy is now visibly displayed on your face

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— SS

I would literally be unstoppable if I didn’t have that persistent pit in my stomach that everyone in a room is just a little bit annoyed by my presence

can someone please be proud of me like fuck I’m trying

reblog to let prev know you’re proud of them

tbh people dont talk about how disturbing the popularity of sibling/step sibling porn is nearly enough.

noooo you don‘t understand it‘s not creepy because they‘re not blood-related!!

I can’t remember which blog it was but I remember seeing an anon say they had a theory that the oversaturation of step-family porn was a deliberate choice by the porn industry to normalize and brainwash porn viewers into thinking incest wasn’t a big deal in order to create future porn actresses. I think their reasoning was that 80-90% of porn actresses reported being molested and SA’d as children and a majority of SA perpetrators are family members or adults close to the family of the victim. So the theoretical plan was to brainwash a generation of men into thinking incest wasn’t a big deal, which would embolden them to molest and assault young girls, thereby creating a generation of traumatized women to become fodder for porn and sex work.

Not every day has to count. Some days are for repairing, resting, mourning. You don't have to perform every day. Some days are for doing nothing. For sleeping all day or being on your phone. Relaxing is ok, allowed and encouraged. Do what you need to do.

Someone: how have you been doing?

Me, hanging on by a thread:

I feel like I should just queue this to post once a week but at random times

Everytime this sucker pops out of my queue it's relevant

Like for Jowling Kowling Rowling to be eaten by orcas. Reblog for Jowlong Kowling Rowling to also be eaten by orcas

“It’s literally impossible to be a woman.

You are so beautiful, and so smart, and it kills me that you don't think you're good enough. Like, we have to always be extraordinary, but somehow, we're always doing it wrong?

You have to be thin, but not too thin, and you can never say you wanna be thin. You have to say you wanna be healthy, but also, you have to BE THIN.

You have to have money, but you can't ask for money because that's crass.

You have to be a boss, but you can't be mean.

You have to lead, but you can't squash other people's ideas.

You're supposed to love being a mother, but don't talk about your kids all the damn time.

You have to be a career woman, but also, always be looking out for other people.

You have to answer for men's bad behavior, which is INSANE, but if you point that out, you're accused of complaining!

You're supposed to stay pretty for men, but not so pretty that you tempt them too much or that you threaten other women because you're supposed to be a part of the sisterhood, but ALWAYS STAND OUT and ALWAYS BE GRATEFUL. But never forget that the system is rigged, so find a way to acknowledge that but ALSO, always be grateful!

You have to never get old. Never be rude. Never show off. Never be selfish. Never fall down. Never fail. Never show fear. Never get OUT OF LINE. It's too hard! It's too contradictory, and nobody gives you a medal or says 'thank you!' And it turns out, in fact, that not only are you doing everything wrong, but also, everything is your fault.

I'm just so tired of watching myself, and every single other woman tie herself into knots, so that people will like us.

And if all of that, is also true for a doll just representing a woman, then I don't even know." -Gloria the barbie movie

this is it. this is exactly it oh my god.

This is the speech. Write it on every goddamn wall out there.

what was i made for?

“ophelia” by john everett millais but it’s barbie and for the sake of this concept let’s pretend that there is in fact water in barbieland

i love weird barbie

Certain words can change your brain forever and ever so you do have to be very careful about it.