Tuesday, October 21, 2014

thefireforeffect:

I was playing Villager the other day and this happened and I just dropped my 3DS and ran.

smileprettybaby:

missmirandaaraee:

omg

The rot just looks at the pit like “you gunna say me right?”
And then looks so happy that the pit did.

(Source: premium-gifs)

Actual conversation at a party last night

  • Random college kid: Dude are you a real punk or a fake punk?
  • Me: I, um. I-I don't care?
  • Kid: *turns to his friend* Dude he said he doesn't care that means he's a real punk hi I'm Doug nice to meet you

1. We met in the waiting room of our therapists office. He told me that orchids symbolize death and stuck one behind my ear. I kissed him too hard and my mother asked me why the scent of liquor was hanging off all my clothes. 8 months later I left white oleanders on his grave. They’re poisonous. I think we were too.

2. He drove too fast and I played music too loud and kissed him while he drove. We were our own accident waiting to happen. We almost drowned one night when we fell into a lake in the middle of winter. When we fell in love. He left me a note telling me that being with me was like being alone. I deleted his number but kept it written down in the back of my old social studies notebook from middle school. I have called him 8 times since then.

3. God, I would’ve fucking died for him. In a few ways, I did.

4. He fucked someone else because he hated the way my scars would split open and bleed all over my clothes. I took a lot of pictures of him. They’re still in my attic. I tried to burn them once but my hair caught fire instead.

5. I never knew his middle name. He spoke in poetry and choked down cigarettes and never answered my calls. I held his hand too tightly. He would climb in my window and fall asleep next to me. I think he had nightmares most nights. My mother found out he was staying over and kicked him out. Everything stopped smelling like him. I hate it.

6. We tried to run away but we were only 16 and we weren’t allowed to buy train tickets so we took a bus but I got sick halfway and threw up my parent’s worried voicemails. He took me to some shitty motel and let me sleep while he went out to buy drugs. We went home and never saw each other again.

7. He would touch my best friend’s thigh under the table when we all went out. I pretended not to notice. He pretended to love me.

8. We wrote each other love letters and he cut my hair to my shoulders. He tasted like coffee with two packets of sugar because that’s all he drank. He was still tired all the time. I wish I could’ve woken him up. My hair is down to my waist now. I can’t remember the sound of his voice.

9. I’m not sure if I ever even loved him. I’m think I might’ve been so in love with him. He lived next door. Our mothers hated each other. When he was 6 he pulled the flowers out of the garden in our backyard. When we turned 17 he followed me home from school and kissed me. He would wipe away my tears when I cried. And then a new girl showed up at school and he started taking a different route home. He pulled all the flowers out of my fucking garden.

9 boys my mother warned me not to kiss  (via extrasad)
melisica:

I donated blood so I could get you out of my system, I hope the next person who has you running through their veins doesn’t feel as sad and dizzy as I always do. (by kevin.deepblue, check out his tumblr)

melisica:

I donated blood so I could get you out of my system, I hope the next person who has you running through their veins doesn’t feel as sad and dizzy as I always do(by kevin.deepblue, check out his tumblr)

ranchinggal:

hair care

ranchinggal:

hair care

cryingalonewithfrankenstein:

This photo always cheers me up a bit. It’s a front-page article from 1955 about Christine Jorgensen, one of the first women to have sex-reassignment surgery.
Since the text is a bit small and I couldn’t find a larger copy, here’s what the small blurb says:
A World of a Difference

George W. Jorgensen, Jr., son of a Bronx carpenter, served in the Army for two years and was given honorable discharge in 1946. Now George is no more. After six operations, Jorgensen’s sex has been changed and today she is a striking woman, working as a photographer in Denmark. Parents were informed of the big change in a letter Christine (that’s her new name) sent to them recently.

This article is 58 years old, and it’s more respectful of Christine’s pronoun choices and name than some publications are today. It makes me happy to see a newspaper be respectful of a trans person’s choice of name and pronouns like that :3

cryingalonewithfrankenstein:

This photo always cheers me up a bit. It’s a front-page article from 1955 about Christine Jorgensen, one of the first women to have sex-reassignment surgery.

Since the text is a bit small and I couldn’t find a larger copy, here’s what the small blurb says:

A World of a Difference

George W. Jorgensen, Jr., son of a Bronx carpenter, served in the Army for two years and was given honorable discharge in 1946. Now George is no more. After six operations, Jorgensen’s sex has been changed and today she is a striking woman, working as a photographer in Denmark. Parents were informed of the big change in a letter Christine (that’s her new name) sent to them recently.

This article is 58 years old, and it’s more respectful of Christine’s pronoun choices and name than some publications are today. It makes me happy to see a newspaper be respectful of a trans person’s choice of name and pronouns like that :3

littlered-riding-rina:

kotakucom:

In November, Beams will start selling life-sized Pikachu plushies in Japan. Like real Pikachu, they’re 0.4 meters tall and weigh 6 kilograms (about 13 pounds). And yes, they come with a tote bag, for whatever reason.

AHHHHH HE’S SO CUTE AND FAT I LOVE HIM

Monday, October 20, 2014

Anonymous said: So, story time: I am a transman. I got set up on a blind date with a lady. Nervous at first, but we really hit it off. She is gorgeous and sweet and we're both having the time of our lives, and long story short, we end up back at my place. Around the time things get going, I realize she doesn't know: virtually no one does (the friend who set me up on the date sure didn't). So I start to panic a little, because while I am totally into this girl, I've been turned down before when people (c)

jemeryl:

fatfeministfetishist:

pervocracy:

get past the pants. So I’m suddenly freaking out, and as much as I love that this is happening, I’m trying to defuse the moment a little. I REALLY like this girl, I really don’t want to blow this. So she seems concerned, and asks what’s wrong, and she looks really freaked out that she’s hurt me or something (or so i assumed). At this point, we’re both nearing panic attack territory, and attempt to stop. While we’re trying to detangle from each other, I realize why she’s freaking out:

she’s gotten hard. Turns out, she’s trans as well, and was scared my panic was because I had realized, and was trying to bail on her for it. I explain, and she cracks the fuck up, and so do I, and long story short: we’ve been married for three years now. I figured you might enjoy, as you’re one of my favorite blogs for relationship/sexuality things, and I thought I should share. :D

Awww.  <3  Thank you so much for sharing, and congrats to you and your wife!

Best story ❤️

Oh my god haha this is awesome

youthfulphoenix:

Tumblr I SWEAR TO GOD

sexologistinthemaking:

Alright ya’ll let me tell you about this hella rad app called sex positive. It was developed by the community health center of the university of Oregon (who’s partnered with the community health center in CU Boulder which is were I’m interning at) and it’s a super wonderful non heteronormative, kink (and vanilla) friendly app that gives a lot of tips and advice on how to have fun clean safe consensual sex. I really recommend it and I hope you love it as much as I do!
(Too find it in the App Store search “sex positive Oregon”)

darklittlefaun:

selinakyle-wayne:

this cat is chubby halloween

THIS CAT HAS THE EYES OF SAURON

KIITTY TONGE KITTY TONEUG KTTY TONGUE

THIS KITTY IS SAURON.

"YOU FOOLTH"

I reblog this cat every year around Halloween time. I am ready.

(Source: geniuscat)

  • me: *gets hit by a bus*
  • me: sorry