I wrote this(via roxanegay)
I talk with snakes in my mouth
There are many greater mouths than mine
Can we still be friends?
melissa broder (via cuttyspot)
What possible issue could anyone take with snow-mouth? Or serpent-mouth? This sounds like a too-many-Sightless-friends problem. I beg pardon if I overstep, but they speak to us with Hot Cheetos in their mouths all the time, and I grow weary of the double standard.
We advise you to reclaim your lunch table for the forces of wickedness. On Woden’s Day we wear black.(via charmcore)
I just found my new favorite tumblr.
I’m going to highlight the line that has been cutting through me like butter today — I am trained as an American to believe that career success and financial success are twin salves that can cure all wounds, but Williams’s death is a harrowing reminder that it’s all a lie.
Robin Williams’ apparent suicide has affected me in a way I didn’t expect. It’s very sad when the people who you expect to make you happy are sad. It’s even sadder when you are reminded that a job is a job, even when that job is to make you, or to make the person who makes you happy, happy. In a much more personal issue, when someone you’ve watch struggle with depression loses the battle, it hurts.
I have more feelings, I just don’t know if I can express them. It can be too much. It’s not Robin’s fault that I am reacting this way, it is just hard to know what to do. I just don’t know what to do, but to react, and it makes me sad. So here I am, sad.
when she says she doesn’t send nudes
when guys objectify women and expect them to send nudes
when someone asks you about your nuclear plans for russia
When Russia sends you nudes
I have a couple of ‘favorite posts of tumblr’ This is definitely one of them.
I can tell it’s been summer for a while
Because I keep looking at myself in the mirror and going “I think I’m working this greasy, kinda stringy aesthetic. I should do this year round!”
Taco is to non-taco food what Beyonce is to non-Beyonce people