I really need to start doing something about this website.
When you don’t have many friends and you don’t have a social life you’re kind of left looking at things, not doing things. There’s a weird freedom in not having people treat you like you’re part of society or where you have to fulfill social relationships.
—~Tim Burton (via bellamort-in-wonderland)
For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald (via lesavions)
fishsticks and fiddletwits: aatombomb: We were discussing homosexuality because of an allusion to...
We were discussing homosexuality because of an allusion to it in the book we were reading, and several boys made comments such as, “That’s disgusting.” We got into the debate and eventually a boy admitted that he was terrified/disgusted when he was once sharing a taxi and the…
In my perfect imagination, [Firefly] ends a little something like this: Nine glorious seasons later, Kaylee and Simon have had several beautiful brunette babies, a couple of which have turned out to be crazy geniuses like their Auntie River (Firefly: the Next Generation?), and one who mysteriously looks a lot like Matthew Fox, who became a regular cast member in season six. River has finally found her marbles and is now captaining her own ship with her loyal second-in-command, Jayne, who claims that River is the best captain he’s ever known. Saffron is now their mercenary, and Jayne’s lover. And because this is the future and vast discoveries have been made in the world of medicine, Jayne is pregnant with their first child. Inara and Mal finally profess their undying love for each other while Inara is, well, dying in his arms (something gruesome, lotsa blood), and Mal finally realizes that life is short. And promptly confesses his (other) undying love to Zoe. And she promptly punches him in the face
Do not tell me to respect my body by crossing my legs, keeping my knees together, my skirts long and my treatment of my body within your framework.
I respect my body by doing what I please with it.
I respect my body by loving it and all of the things it allows me to do.
I respect my body by…
if you have the technology to make dresses catch on fire safely and make vicious dogs appear out of nothing to mow down your kids how come you can’t make robots to work in your stupid mines so that innocent dads don’t die
riddle me that assholes
(1) Because that would benefit the wrong people? The whole reason there is _hunger_ is more about control then a lack of resources. (2) We can send a robot to mars to collect rocks and analyze them… so surely we could build robots to work in our stupid mines so that innocent third world dads don’t die? We just don’t care. In our eyes their lives are just not valuable enough. I know it’s sad.