weepingwitch:

About me

weepingwitch:

About me

outofcontext-ponytales:

Party over here!

Party over there!

annfriedman:

i received this gif in an email from my friend jessica guilfoyle. subject line: “everything”

annfriedman:

i received this gif in an email from my friend jessica guilfoyle. subject line: “everything”

What has caused you to hate men so much?
Anonymous

claudiaboleyn:

Funny you should ask! I’ll let you in on my origin story if you like?

Well, once upon a time I was your average, man-loving, non-opinionated, quiet, submissive, totally sexually available young woman. I loved the dudes. I can’t tell you how much I worshipped those blokes. I couldn’t even open a jar back then. Ah, the memories. I shied from the colour blue. I refused to step into a room that contained power tools. Football frightened me into week long seclusions. Don’t get me started on the horror beer brought on. 

And then, one night, I left my window open. It was hot, y’know? I probably shouldn’t have done it. 

But in flew the Misandry Fairy. She was magnificent. As she fluttered into my room she left a trail of glittering misogynist tears that sparkled like diamonds. She wore blood red especially smeary lipstick, the type that scares guys and makes them afraid of kissing you, to ward them off. She had beautifully hairy legs, hairy arms, and wore high waisted shorts (which we all know is the 2014 trend men hate). It wasn’t 2014 at the time, you understand, but she’s a fairy so I assume she looked into the future to find inspiration for her particular misandric look. She was also a lesbian. Because we all know how those lesbians hate men, right? 

"Claudia," she said to me. "It’s time to face your destiny. Inside of you is a burning misandric rage unlike anything the world has ever seen. When you wake up tomorrow, I want you opening jars left right and centre. Open so many jars that the men get jealous. Open so many jars that you and everyone around you are in danger of drowning in the contents. Keep on opening them. No matter what. Never give up." 

I was so shocked that I did not answer. It was the middle of the night and I was unaccustomed to being visited by such wise and noble beings. 

Before she left, she turned around in the air, her fluttering rainbow wings shining in the moonlight, and whispered: “Also, you’re queer. The Coming Out fairy was busy so I took his shift. Have a nice day.” 

The next morning I awoke and began to carry out my purpose. From that day on, men have trembled to see me. Occasionally they whimper “don’t let her near any jars for the love of God”, but most of the time they merely scatter as I enter any vicinity I please. 

I owe her everything. Without her, I would not be the woman I am today. 

This story is 100% true. You can quote me on it and everything. Never let anyone tell you fairies don’t exist. They do. And they’re raging misandrists. 

xxx

donutcats:

never let me play a game where I can design/style my own character

I will forget about the legit goals of the game and will always strive to get all the shit I want for my character so I look the cutest 

leonkarssen:

my mom did not find this funny

leonkarssen:

my mom did not find this funny

kingtriton:

thebluebear27:

Rip in peace

rest in peace in peace

kingtriton:

thebluebear27:

Rip in peace

rest in peace in peace

motionjessinwhite:

if I don’t reblog this assume I’m dead

motionjessinwhite:

if I don’t reblog this assume I’m dead

traaashhhhkat:

some chill positivity from a 1998 Sesame Street book about the letter F

traaashhhhkat:

some chill positivity from a 1998 Sesame Street book about the letter F

downpourstars:

i’m not gonna pretend i’m above wanting people to use the names of my favourite charactes as nicknames for me

peperomint:

im mad i went so long thinking pink couldnt b my favorite color bc i ‘didnt wanna be like other girls’ bc society told me that liking pink made me ditsy and feminine and that that was bad……….. i love pink………… fck The Man….. paint the statue of liberty pink