islandnymph:

justjengie:

hersheyhipster:

the-pareidolia-paradigm:

you have been visited by the seven magic dragon balls
your biggest wish will be granted but only if you reblog

Couldn’t risk it.

didn’t realize they change colors. now I know o gotta wish.

THIS SHIT IS REAL I GOT THE JOB I WAS NUTS ABOUT BC I REBLOGGED THIS YESTERDAY
maybe it’s a coinkidink but it okay just take the necessary steps to achieve what you’re wishing for and YOU CAN DO IT

penelopevalentine:

official-sauron:

bcfurs:

cakeisnotpie:

desidesidesi:

cortohdow:

glorfy-the-bright-haired-ellon:

elvenkingtranduil:

anonymoussong:

huntinthedwellin98:

un-rare:

let’s stop seeing sex as the biggest thing you can do to show someone you love them

everyone knows that the real way to show someone you love them is to find them a really cool rock. not a diamond. just a neat rock that you think they will enjoy

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Not a rock THE  ARKENSTONE 

Why just one rock
Why not three
Why not the silmarils

#i’m pretty sure there’s an entire book on the topic ‘why not silmarils’  (x)

And one on why not the arkenstone

You’re right. Just get them a ring.

do not get them a ring

Can’t not reblog this again

706softly:

biteitwhenitssoft:

why does everyone make those relateable posts about depression meals and list stuff like, half a potato chip and forgetting eat but no one ever talks about the other half of people who overeat from depression? no one talks about gouging yourself with food the second you feel bad because somehow youre convinced food will make you feel better but it doesnt so you keep eating until it does? the weight gain? feeling sick from eating so much? eating an entire bag of chips and a whole carton of ice cream in one sitting without knowing it?? feeling even worse because youre making yourself so ill???

why does no one remember this symptom?

Because of fatphobia. Plus it doesn’t fit the “cute sad waif” side of depression that everyone keeps romanticizing.

geekandmisandry:

lewd-robot69:

howfuckingdareyou:

andvsamberg:

vaspider:

geekandmisandry:

dovahfem:

I just learned about the “Husband Stitch” a few days ago and i’m still fucking mortified. Women’s bodies do not exist for the pleasure of their boyfriends or husbands.

 Doctors who perform this procedure without the consent of the pregnant person are evil misogynists, undeserving of the privilege of working with pregnant women and other people.

Oh my god, nooooo.

If this is done incorrectly (and yes, I know someone this was done incorrectly to) it makes sex really uncomfortable, like realllly uncomfortable, and can require follow-up surgery to fix. The person I know who this was done to ended up with the, uh, outside getting the ‘husband stitch’ but the inside… not? So she ended up with a little ‘lip’ of tissue that would get seriously irritated during sex, and over a decade later had to have another doctor go back in and snip that ‘extra stitch’ open. 

Yes, it was that bad.

I would recommend reading this article and then reading Carmen Maria Machado’s The Husband Stich. 

An excerpt from the above article:

I was first introduced to the husband stitch in 2014, when a friend in medical school told me about a birth her classmate observed. After the baby was delivered, the doctor said to the woman’s husband, “Don’t worry, I’ll sew her up nice and tight for you,” and the two men laughed while the woman lay between them, covered in her own and her baby’s blood and feces. The story terrified me, the laughter in particular, signaling some understanding of wrongdoing, some sheepishness in doing it anyway. The helplessness of the woman, her body being altered without her consent by two people she has to trust: her partner, her doctor.

So many people don’t even know what this is. The Wikipedia article on the husband stitch was published this month. 

Dear Women,

Men hate you.
Your body is nothing but a series of holes men wish to penetrate and fill with their hatred.

Shut up cunt, we only hate ignorant fucks who in turn hate us like you

“I don’t hate women, you cunt!”

Sure, cool cool cool.