posted on my facebook timeline

WHEN YOU SUPPORT BERNIE, BUT YOUR FRIEND SUPPORTS HILLARY

MY FACEBOOK TIMELINE.

WHEN HE COMES FOR MY POST ON BERNIE

SO I PULL OUT THE RECEIPTS ON HILLARY BEING PROBLEMATIC

THE REST OF THE DAY ON FACEBOOK

About two weeks ago matched with a very handsome man, got chatting about dogs, sent a friend request in order to share pictures of our dogs. pretty harmless and i wasn’t stressed about having to meet up because he was 200+km away. The chat turned flirty and we just exchanged some harmless compliments and things like that, nothing untoward but still quite cute, i knew for a fact he was probably messaging other girls considering we met on tinder. In the middle of last week he stopped messaging me suddenly and i assumed he had got bored of me, oh well life moves on.

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AUs for your enjoyment
  • “STOP TAKING VIDEOS AND PICS OF ME AND POSTING IT ON YOUR FUCKING SNAPCHAT STORY EVEN THOUGH I SECRETLY ENJOY THE CANDIDS YOU TAKE OF ME AND THE PICS OF THE UGLY FACES I MAKE ughhh” au
  • “don’t send me Shia Labeouf gifs at three in the morning. just don’t.” au
  • “your fucking memes. stop posting them on my Facebook timeline goddamnit” au
  • “you hacked my Twitter account and pOSTED WHAT? WHY WOULD YOU WRITE THAT AGH” au
  • “don’t even think about snooping on my tumblr blog you’ll only find meme trash and aesthetic landscapes” au
  • “can you not try to find my old myspace account, what’s in the past should STAY in the past, k? stop laughing at my emo fringe STOP YOUR “PUNK ROCK” PHASE WASN’T ANY BETTER SHUT UP” au
  • “stop lurking on my Instagram feed and commenting weird shit under my photos, my friends already think you’re creepy” au
  • “awww you made a Pinterest board about the things I like? wait…there’s pictures of Pepe the frog…honestly, fuck you but I love you cuz you included some pics/links of stuff I actually like so thanks I guess” au

today was laundry and dreadlock-washing day in our little village of tiny shelters. Logan turned our shirts and dresses in the Wonderwash and I soaked my locks in a bucket full of water, salt and vinegar, and sipped kombucha as they dried.

when I posted this to my facebook timeline, a family friend cheered me on for “training” Logan to do these tasks. I did not hesitate to correct him. my partner is a grown man, a well-raised one, and I am not his trainer. I do not loom over him to see that he is well-behaved and neither does he stoop down to help me. I am his woman, and when I bear our children, we will be partners together, never one higher than the other. Logan will not be doing me a favor by changing diapers or taking a turn rinsing dishes after a meal. he will share and delight with me in the glorious responsibilities that come with having played a part in creating a family, a home. and it begins now. no, I am not training him. we are working, tirelessly, together. 

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I’m so angry, I have been writing post after post on my facebook. The lack of reaction on my timeline is shocking. I haven’t heard a single word of solidarity from anyone besides the Muslims I am friends with. White Americans just don’t care. Americans in general don’t care. Instead, they are rallying behind this man, and calling him a hero. Instead, we are hearing from his lawyer, that the trio were in the “wrong place at the wrong time” even though there were in the comfort of their own house? Now, as a Muslim, I am not even safe inside my own home? Fuck America. I am so angry. I am so, incredibly angry.
#JusticeForMuslims
#ChapelHillShooting

oh my godddd i just posted a memory on my facebook timeline of a cute selfie i took four years ago and some guy I don’t even know called me a slut and told me to put some clothes on oh

 my god

 it was 

four

years

ago

I’ve unfollowed pretty women on my Facebook timeline because whenever they post new selfies the dudes commenting on it make me cringe so hard I almost pull a fucking muscle