in short, i love you

I hate work I should be at the (remembers I don't want to go to the club) the imagination

"goddess" "matriarchy" "female wisdom" girl your civic rights

“But I didn’t and still don’t like making a cult of women’s knowledge, preening ourselves on knowing things men don’t know, women’s deep irrational wisdom, women’s instinctive knowledge of Nature, and so on. All that all too often merely reinforces the masculinist idea of women as primitive and inferior – women’s knowledge as elementary, primitive, always down below at the dark roots, while men get to cultivate and own the flowers and crops that come up into the light. But why should women keep talking baby talk while men get to grow up? Why should women feel blindly while men get to think?”

— Ursula K. Le Guin

dropped the walrus vs fairy question on a group of psychologists today and not only did the majority agree the walrus would be more surprising, the one with the strongest background in research responded to the ‘but fairies aren’t real’ argument with “are your beliefs so inflexible that you’ve never considered you might be wrong about what’s real and what’s not?” and honestly i haven’t recovered

honestly you know what goals

thanks for reaffirming to me that this is good and fun, habibi, i absolutely will continue.

[ID: reblog from vivienna-vibid with a tag reading '#as a muslim pls do this it sounds fun']

London mutuals what is there to do that’s cheap and not alcohol based?

bongs at croydon

there’s a bloke at clappham common who will suck your dick for £4.50 hell even play with your balls for an extra quid

I have 0 desire to meet you let alone give you money

£3.50?

one of my brother’s cousins is 17 and running this weed instagram where he invents weed slang that’s outlandish even by california standards and the house has slowly stopped speaking english as we imitate it

im losing my fucking mind

inventing clownish weed slang is a long held and long loved tradition.

You better watch out, buddy – I have extremely unusual life experiences which I mistakenly believe are universal, and I'm about to misinterpret your post in ways you can't even imagine.

this is such a rude and obviously targeted thing to make me, a man with a problem, read

men join bands in order to access socially acceptable situations to be homoerotic in

the humble "like" is oft mocked despite what it does for us. "like, three people" is a vastly different statement from "three people". "and i was like 'what the fuck'" is vastly different from "and i said 'what the fuck'". i love you "like" and anyone who says you make people sound stupid will be killed on sight

my first favorite hobby is yapping. second is being extremely quiet and not talking ever at all ever.

whatsso beautiful is i didnt evenknow taylor swif tdid something i thought we were all just hating because it feltright tonight

i logged on and we were being cunts and i waslike wiping away my eyes like its so beautiful we're lals o in touch with oneanother lalalalala

All your life you have lived in a small dark room. But it's OK. There is a huge Meal(tm) for you you eat in the room. So you enjoy your meal and time passes, and you grow-- then one day, when there is no more Meal(tm) to eat, you feel a sleepiness coming over you-- you drift into the longest and strangest sleep of your life.

When you wake up-- everything feels different, your body is different. You have wings! And-- God! You can't stand the little room anymore! Get out! You must fly!

You emerge from the clay chamber made with love by your long dead mother. The light of a early summer day hits your newly minted compound eyes for the first time! The world is vast and full of danger and things to eat! You think it would be a wonderful idea, to find a delicious Meal(tm) and make a little cosy chamber for that Meal(tm) and then place an egg there so that a little one, one like you could enjoy such an excellent start to life.

But first! BOYS!

Oh to be a hymenopteran!

All your life you have lived in a small dark room. But it's OK. There is a huge Meal(tm) for you you eat in the room. So you enjoy your meal and time passes, and you grow-- then one day, when there is no more Meal(tm) to eat, you feel a sleepiness coming over you-- you drift into the longest and strangest sleep of your life.

When you wake up-- everything feels different, your body is different. You have wings! And-- God! You can't stand the little room anymore! Get out! You must fly!

You emerge from the clay chamber made with love by your long dead mother. The light of a early summer day hits your newly minted compound eyes for the first time! The world is vast and full of danger and things to eat! You think it would be a wonderful idea, to find a delicious Meal(tm) and make a little cosy chamber for that Meal(tm) and then place an egg there so that a little one, one like you could enjoy such an excellent start to life.

But first! BOYS!

Oh to be a hymenopteran!

if y'all don't shut up about that woman and put on gasolina by daddy yankee.......

idk what dm needs to hear this but you arent getting that done in a single session