The Last of The Mojicans

Aug 27

It’s very simple; I hate your guts.

Not once have I ever felt the incessant need to repeatedly shoot bullets into someone’s face. NEVER. Not ONCE. Until now. The constant bullying, hurtful words, awful behavior towards me, and the badgering that he insists on. And if I act upon it, I am the one who seems weak. I am the one who looks like the stupid girl who just can’t control her emotions. If i was a guy, all of that wouldn’t even matter. Why? For the very simple fact that I would be a MALE. FUCK YOUUUU. 


The Seven Stages of Feminist Grief (Todd Akin edition)

SHOCK: What the fuck did he just say?


DENIAL: No, that can’t be right.


ANGER: Fucking ‘legitimate’?!


BARGAINING: Maybe he’s high? 


GUILT: It’s my own fault for checking Twitter.


DEPRESSION: FML, people are defending him.


ACCEPTANCE: Whatever. On to the next sexist asshole.

(via fuckmisogyny)


May 22
I not so secretly really want these

I not so secretly really want these


it’s all I need. 

it’s all I need. 


Apr 28
real talk.

real talk.

(via biinsant)


Apr 18
theconstantbuzz:

© Friedrich Seidenstücker

I want to dress like this over summer. 

theconstantbuzz:

© Friedrich Seidenstücker

I want to dress like this over summer. 


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goddammit i miss him.

goddammit i miss him.


Strangest of Days.

Sometimes I think I was born backwards. You know? Come out of my mum the wrong way. The people I love I hate, and the people I should hate…
 


Apr 13
perfection.

perfection.

(via somuchsass)


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