victoria de angelis step on me pls 🥰

me, feeling unfathomable amounts of euphoria:

:3

me, feeling unfathomable amounts of euphoria:

>:3

you and i, we are enemies. but I'm glad we're both having a good time

Happy Halloween

I see Hollywood is now very into the idea of buying something once and then owning it forever and being able to make infinite copies. Which. Isn’t quite the message they imparted upon me in my childhood. In the spirit of their own long-held stance:

i must not afternoon nap. afternoon nap is the mind-killer. afternoon nap is the little death that brings total obliteration. i will face my afternoon sleepy tired and permit it to pass over and through me. and when it has gone i will turn the inner eye to see its path. where the afternoon sleepy tired has gone there will be nothing. only i will remain

I MUST NOT AFTERNOON NAP. AFTERNOON NAP IS THE MIND KILLER

close tumblr this instant

love you

I do love the phrase executive dysfunction bc the image it conjures is of a bunch of people wearing business suits around a long oval conference table  arguing with each other to the point where they’re getting into physical fights, but in the background there’s just a big empty whiteboard with a To Do list with one item on it and that item is “take shower”

two of them got into a heated argument about the order of shower and food and they’ve all left for an extended lunch break using the company card

people from this country are so cool… :o

and hot also

You would kill a man for this bedroom

not to be happy online but I love the world so much

sorry if this is too happycore but I love seeing the limitless kindness humanity is capable of

I was showing my class that, contrary to popular belief, divorce rates aren’t at an all-time high but actually peaked in the 80s. When I asked them why they thought divorce rates went up so quickly in the 60s-70s, none of them could guess. One guy thought it might be because of all the “free love,” drugs, etc but I told him it wasn’t all hippies getting divorces. Not a single one of them had any idea just how hard it was for women to leave an abusive marriage before the late 1960s at the earliest.

In the late 90s, having secured a permanent and full-time position as a teacher, I applied for a car loan. During the conversation with the credit union rep I was told that I was a risk because I might get married within the 5 year loan period (with the unspoken implication that if this hypothetical marriage were to occur it would immediately result in my becoming a housewife) and that, not entirely linked to the possibility of nuptials, I might also get pregnant (and again, be rendered incapable of paid work.)

I was dumbstruck.

My parents had to go guarantors for the loan. My freaking parents.

I was in my mid-20s. I had a well-paying, secure job. I was single with zero intent to marry, and even if it had been on the cards it sure as fuck wouldn’t have been to the sort of person who would immediately insist I quit my job and stay at home.

But apparently, the fact that I was a woman overshadowed all of that stuff. That single factor meant I was a risky prospect and had to get my parents to back me.

It was absolute bullshit.

Dude, women in Ireland were forced to resign from their jobs upon getting married up until 1973

In the late 60s, no-fault divorce became possible, and it spread throughout the US through the 70s.

The combination of “you do not have to prove to a [male] judge and [mostly-male] jury that your husband is abusive (without being able to afford a lawyer)” and “you can now have a bank account in your own name” did indeed kick off many, many divorces.

Divorce rates are lower now. Marriage rates are also lower now - because, again, women no longer need to get married to get access to a bank account, rent an apartment, own a car, etc.

and even with these advancements women still get paid significantly less and often remain dependent on men for stable and supportive income. that’s why i hate the “evil gold-digger” stereotype because we did not choose to be financially dependent on men. they did.

our founding fathers died so that I could wear thigh-high socks, cute makeup, and go to Walmart. and live.

HERE'S YOUR DAILY REMINDER THAT

AND REMEMBER,

PSAs that border on surrealism

Huh why is there a 666 on the fucking mirror and DAMN THAT TRANSITION-

The 666 is a new number that doesn't confirm his worldview. It's right there, in his face, almost impossible to ignore, but instead of noticing it, he notices the tiny 232 on the toothpaste, thereby further confirming his worldview. This is confirmation bias. He's actively ignoring evidence to validate his personal beliefs, even though they might be wrong. In the last scene, he's even ripped the paper off the mirror, probably to make it easier to ignore.

I tried something similar to this with an old coworker, who swore up and down that horoscopes were real. One day, I decided to read her weekly horoscope to her. She started freaking out, "See?! See?! It's bang on! That's totally me!"

I didn't tell her, but I was reading the prediction for a Taurus. She was a Scorpio, which is, astrologically speaking, the exact opposite of a Taurus.

I know it feels like an understatement but you sometimes make more progress by pointing out that conservatives are fucking rude. going out of your way to call someone the wrong name because you don't like them? rude. childish. this isn't fucking kindergarten, Carl. she said her name is Jennifer. Everybody knows her as Jennifer. You are the one making things confusing. Grow up.

"misgendering is violence": invites discourse over the TraNs DeBatE, puts people on the defensive, opens you up to accusations of liberal snowflakery, comes off as a hypothetical thought exercise

"Who the fuck is Jason? I don't know a Jason. Oh her? You mean Jen? You mean fucking Jen? That's Jen, dipshit." : crystal clear. you're making shit more difficult for everyone because you're a rude manchild.

People on here will attack literally every single lesbian post because we're all declared guilty until proven innocent. Every day someone will go through an entire decade of my 80000 posts, use tumblr as a constant shibboleth test, will go as far as assuming our identity and culture and lifestyle is something so fundamentally wrong that we can't use our centuries-old symbols anymore, and I am not going to roll over and play along with that dumb little game anymore. They already know that most TERFs are straight and bi women and target lesbians the most relentlessly. It doesn't matter.

"you sound mean and bitchy and harsh" AND? It doesn't matter here whether a lesbian is the most polite obedient submissive doormat with the most desperate pathetic inferiority complex constantly trying to please all these impossible people or a huge bitch. And when it comes to morons I will ALWAYS choose bitch.

And tumblr expects those weak subservient lesbians to say sorry for flinching and beg forgiveness while using them as a punching bag. Die then 🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫

Day 1 of fucking that old man.

Good lird he crumbled to dust.

stand up beside the fire place , take that look form off your face. you aint ever gonna burn my heart out.........