Halloween is on Friday the 13th this year!
Signs and meninism
One day I’m gonna say “fight me!” and someone’s just gonna fuckin deck me
What do you identify as?
an endless void
tronald dump
reblog if ur also a socialist lesbian divorcee witch that kills children
man, teenaged girls aren’t allowed to have a genuine interest in anything without being ridiculed for it. if a girl likes ugg boots and starbucks she’s stupid and stereotypical, but if she likes combat boots and obscure coffee houses she’s a hipster wannabe and is trying too hard. if a girl listens to boy bands and other popular artists she’s a dumb follower, if she reads comics or plays video games she’s a poser/fake geek girl, if she likes sex she’s a slut but if she doesn’t like sex she’s a prude, if she wears makeup she’s fake but if she doesn’t wear makeup she’s a slob, if she has low self-esteem she needs to learn to love herself but if she has high self-esteem she’s overconfident and vain, if she’s interested in politics she’s a crazy social justice warrior but if she prefers to stay out of social matters she’s a dumb airhead. girls are literally mocked for every single thing they like or do, no matter what those things are, and i’m really really sick of it.
me: I’m so chill me: :) [screams]
when ur fave tries to act innocent but u know theyre problematic @ heart
psychic: *reads my mind*
my mind: *only endless screaming*
psychic: what the fuck
give everyone a fright this halloween by dressing up as a meninist
“guess we cant have different opinions on tumblr”
nah son. an opinion is like “orange juice is nasty” or “fall out boy is overrated”
“your gender identity is ridiculous and you dont deserve to have it respected” is straight up bullshit and you should be called out on it
This is possibly my favorite tweet
Check out that time stamp. Still applies.
I bet meninists like coleslaw
how do people on tumblr become so interesting that people actually willingly ask them about their life like i’ve been here for 3 years and i’m pretty sure half of you don’t even know my name