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Fuck special snowflakes who think like this.
Gurl bye
Your ass ain’t fucking special because you don’t wear makeup.
You’re not fucking better than the woman with large breasts who wears tank tops.
You’re a piece of shit because you are putting sexist stereotypes onto other women in some anti-feminine bullshit.

If you don’t like it, why’d you comment on it? I think it’s awesome and you’re probably one of the girls up there that wears makeup and shortshorts and tiny tanktops. And most kids today wear makeup because they think they aren’t pretty and need it. So deal with it. And get over yourself.

girl bye.
lemme tell you something: I wear tons of fucking make up. I wear short dresses. I walk around with a face that looks about as fake as it can get outside of a fucking barbie doll. and I like it that way. and, despite what you seem to think, no, it’s not because i think i’m ugly. i just fucking like makeup (and trust, i’ve spent years examining my own motivations and how they’re tied to internalized self-hated, fatphobia and misogyny so don’t EVEN cause you don’t know what you’re talking about).
I also read ravenously; engage in discourse regarding philosphy, art, economics, politics, race, gender, sexuality; make subversive art; and love comics and film and music. I’M A FUCKING PERSON IS WHAT I’M SAYING. 
like how fucking deep is this goddamn image when the spine of the book JUST SAYS THE WORD ‘BOOK’.
this kind of bullshit narrative, other than furthering a misogynistic dichotomy that pits women against each other, is also a complete fucking fallacy. A huge majority of average women DON’T DO THIS. you aren’t the lone plain jane in an army of cake-faced, bottle blonde barbies—if you look around, you’ll see that most women just throw on jeans and tops and very little makeup. 
I get that this kind of shit is an attempt to fight back against media-made images of what womanhood is supposed to be. I get it. (thought isn’t it interesting that the “weirdo” in the picture is still thin and conventionally attractive??)
but attacking other women who you perceive as being stupid or carbon copies because of their fucking appearance doesn’t fight back against shit. it actually does EXACTLY what the patriarchy wants us to do—engenders more hatred and competition between women. 
but you know, whatever, continue to think you’re so goddamn special. i’ll be over here reading AND wearing hot pink lipstick and having a hell of a time doing it. 

THIS IS THE BEST FUCKING THING I’VE EVER READ IN THE HISTORY OF EVER

And that is how you tear a fake feminist to shreds. Bravo.

preach

fernacular:

hyaena13:

themoo-n:

kinkyturtle:

avri-wallflower:

sourcedumal:

Fuck special snowflakes who think like this.

Gurl bye

Your ass ain’t fucking special because you don’t wear makeup.

You’re not fucking better than the woman with large breasts who wears tank tops.

You’re a piece of shit because you are putting sexist stereotypes onto other women in some anti-feminine bullshit.

If you don’t like it, why’d you comment on it? I think it’s awesome and you’re probably one of the girls up there that wears makeup and shortshorts and tiny tanktops. And most kids today wear makeup because they think they aren’t pretty and need it. So deal with it. And get over yourself.

girl bye.

lemme tell you something: I wear tons of fucking make up. I wear short dresses. I walk around with a face that looks about as fake as it can get outside of a fucking barbie doll. and I like it that way. and, despite what you seem to think, no, it’s not because i think i’m ugly. i just fucking like makeup (and trust, i’ve spent years examining my own motivations and how they’re tied to internalized self-hated, fatphobia and misogyny so don’t EVEN cause you don’t know what you’re talking about).

I also read ravenously; engage in discourse regarding philosphy, art, economics, politics, race, gender, sexuality; make subversive art; and love comics and film and music. I’M A FUCKING PERSON IS WHAT I’M SAYING. 

like how fucking deep is this goddamn image when the spine of the book JUST SAYS THE WORD ‘BOOK’.

this kind of bullshit narrative, other than furthering a misogynistic dichotomy that pits women against each other, is also a complete fucking fallacy. A huge majority of average women DON’T DO THIS. you aren’t the lone plain jane in an army of cake-faced, bottle blonde barbies—if you look around, you’ll see that most women just throw on jeans and tops and very little makeup. 

I get that this kind of shit is an attempt to fight back against media-made images of what womanhood is supposed to be. I get it. (thought isn’t it interesting that the “weirdo” in the picture is still thin and conventionally attractive??)

but attacking other women who you perceive as being stupid or carbon copies because of their fucking appearance doesn’t fight back against shit. it actually does EXACTLY what the patriarchy wants us to do—engenders more hatred and competition between women. 

but you know, whatever, continue to think you’re so goddamn special. i’ll be over here reading AND wearing hot pink lipstick and having a hell of a time doing it. 

THIS IS THE BEST FUCKING THING I’VE EVER READ IN THE HISTORY OF EVER

And that is how you tear a fake feminist to shreds. Bravo.

preach

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  • I am 5’4 or shorter.
  • I have many scars.
  • I tan easily.
  • I wish my hair was a different color.
  • I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
  • I have a tattoo.
  • I am self-conscious about my appearance.
  • I have/I’ve had/I need braces.
  • I wear glasses/contacts.
  • I have a kid/kids.
  • I have more than one piercing.
  • I have stretch marks.

My tears aren’t here to move you, they aren’t too get any kind of sympathy from you. They are the pain that I feel either for you or from you. Everyone thinks I cry because woo is me, no I cry because I feel a pain that no one will yo ever understand. Everyone says they know me oh so freaking well, when in actuality they don’t know a damn thing about me at some point everyone is going to drop me or kick me to the curb. And when that day comes I’ll be ready to lose myself to the first person who grabs my hand and gives me a shoulder to cry on like someone has every time I’m down and Or going through, which happens to be why I’m always messing up stuff. But if I explain that to someone, hell anyone I’m going to look like boo boo the fool. And plus no one will care because they all say how they were there for me and so on and so forth. True they were in a sense, but apparently not like they think they were if I had the ability to wander astray and mess things up for myself.the ways that I did. To each their own though right? Wrong, cause apparently.I can’t have my own. What’s mine is someone else’s because they want things done their way and their way only. What.kind of love is that? I’m not five, yes I messed up and all. But don’t treat me as a worthless child. This is a time when I really need someone.

All you could do was throw your head back as she continuously let her head bob up and down along your shaft. The warmth of her mouth and every drip of saliva was felt from head to toe. The sheer feeling of her just tongue alone gliding up and down your skin was sending you into a state of euphoria. You couldn’t take it anymore, you felt as though you were going to blow your load in her mouth. You knew she’d hate that and you didn’t wanna cum just yet. You did some quick maneuver that placed her in the position you were just in. Befuddle by the switch, she had no time to say or do anything before your tongue was doing tricks on her clit. As time passed by she begin to squirm as your fingers plunged deep inside of her, preparing her for what was later to come. Your tongue went from circles. to zig-zag, and spelling the alphabet on her. You removed your fingers and replaced it with your tongue, going as deep as your poor tongue allowed you to. Her juices were so sweet you didn’t want to stop. You felt her squeeze around your tongue as she began to climax, you didn’t move one bit. Making sure to get every drop. Even the few that tried to escape down her thighs. You lapped at her while more giving herself a chance to collect herself, but that wouldn’t matter for long because you planned to give her many more orgasms just like that if not better than that one.

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I say goddamn son. THE ENTHUSIASM

This is exactly how I think Tom would eat pussy.
HONGRY!!

go innnnnnnnnnnn

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the-goddamazon:

sourcedumal:

I say goddamn son. THE ENTHUSIASM

This is exactly how I think Tom would eat pussy.

HONGRY!!

go innnnnnnnnnnn

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In a Mattress, a Lever for Art and Political Protest

[…] It is hard to fathom the effect “Carry That Weight” will have as it proceeds — on Columbia, on Ms. Sulkowicz, on the consciousness of sexual assault on campus, or on the thinking of people who encounter her performance. But it seems certain that the piece has set a very high standard for any future work she’ll do as an artist and will also earn her a niche in the history of intensely personal yet aggressively political performance art.

It is so simple: A woman with a mattress, refusing to keep her violation private, carrying with her a stark reminder of where it took place. The work Ms. Sulkowicz is making is strict and lean, yet inclusive and open ended, symbolically laden yet drastically physical. All of this determines its striking quality as art, which in turn contributes substantially to its effectiveness as protest.

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Receipt or art ?

Receipt or art ?