Today’s Gender of the day is: Trashed by a lady cyclist, who is noted for her athletic powers.
This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.
I don’t know if this is true, but it’s hysterical
So my first thought was, “Why did you bring a cat onto your plane?”, but then I read the excellent link from jump-suit, and learned that
the crew found (the cat) ‘more useful than any barometer. You must never cross the Atlantic in an airship without a cat,’ as Murray Simon put it.
Never cross the Atlantic in an airship without a cat - advice that we should all remember and take to heart.
This post just keeps getting better and better.
i dont even need to dress up as a ghost this year because im already invisible to most people for being ace
what the fuck ever ocean. i can do that, i just dont want to.
repeat after me:
there are white people suffering in the world
but the white people who are suffering are not suffering because they are white
My forgetfulness is a defence mechanism and I love it for that. More than I should, even where it does more than it should. It’s easier to live when I don’t remember all the stressful things unless they’re brought up.
It does, however, suck to forget fucking everything.
I forgot my major hobbies and passions, I forget to mail things, to pay bills, to take medication, to drink more water, to finish reading that book, to respond to that message, to caption that video, buy groceries, what groceries am I buying, left my toque somewhere, where the fuck did I put that card game, I can’t find the pants I used to wear every day, ah fuck I was supposed to learn that thing, where do you work again, does anyone live near me, have I read this before, I know that name but not who that is, I know how to ride a horse, oh right that cross stitch I put down, what day is it, fuck I forgot I have anxiety attacks.
Please, please, for fuck’s sake, if it seems like I’m not doing the thing, gently bring it up, I’ve probably forgotten it.
I literally couldn’t remember where the pants I had been wearing all week got put. And I’ve ‘lost’ sizeable pieces of furniture in 10x10’ bedrooms.
hey sex repulsed asexuals and romance repulsed aromantics i love u all and ur all perfect
there doesn’t have to be any “proof” that a character is trans because guess what, cis is not the default
So i was speaking to my sister and she told me to draw a reverse centaur and this is what i pictured but i don’t think she pictured this
and i would trek 500 stars and i would trek 500 more
Just to be the one who trekked 1,000 stars to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no one has gone before.