Sing Me Moonstuck, Kiss Me Quite Insane

What fucking fire is in mine ears? Here is my fucking butt.

“Press not a falling man too fucking far!” - Lord Chamberlain, Henry VIII, Act 3 scene 2

We once did a run through where we treated “ho” like it had modern usage. Lead to things like “what ho?” and “who’s within there, ho?” 

im glad being on this hellsite for 9 years has finally paid off tonight by reaching its full potential for fucking losing it 

One of my favorite things about Jane Austen is that she knew the real fear wasn’t running into some terrifying Frenchman or finding your lover’s wife in the attic…it was having to spend time with someone who is slighter cooler than you are, or playing piano in front of a critical audience, or thinking a picnic will be the perfect time for your jokes but then it isn’t

they’re currently at less than a tenth of their goal.

my love language is the same as a crow. if you’re nice to me i’ll bring you useless little trinkets from my travels that made me think of you

i wanna be rich but in a socialist utopia where everyone’s needs are met already so that i can drop bonkers amounts of money on vacations without being a greedy piece of shit 

i wanna have a $400 bottle of champagne but, like, only if everyone in yemen has access to clean drinking water and there are no more concentration camps, ya feel me?

Reading her account of how their boss treated her blows me away. Men are so emboldened that they will literally admit to illegal discrimination casually and face no consequences.

In all the years of seeing this post I’ve never seen a link to her side. Didn’t even know she’d written one.

I’ve reblogged his story at least twice; it’s time for Nicole’s.

In middle school my friends would all bring once extra snack because I never had enough food. It was wonderful. Bless them. 

Loving One Direction in 2013 is the most fun I ever had on the Internet, nothing will ever compare

“i do not dream of labor” yes u do. labor is fulfilling. u dream of a world where ur labor isnt exploited and its that or starvation. i guarantee u dream of labor. labor is a necessity and in and of itself is a good thing.

if u dream of having a garden, of painting murals, cooking or baking for people, researching in a lab, or writing stories, u dream of labor. which is good! we all jus hate having our labor exploited and being underpaid for the value of our work. nobody wants to just sit at home and do NOTHING as quarantine proved! in and of itself labor is fulfilling and contributes to the betterment and advancement of society, too many people are just barred by arbitrary divides (class, education) and unable to perform labor they’d be best suited for, or that type of labor (arts, service industry) is undervalued and underpaid.

Track Me Not is a Firefox add-on (and Chrome extension, but please just uninstall Chrome) that hides your activity in a cloud of noise by googling random phrases. You can modify which search engines it uses, how often it makes searches, and even give it a blacklist of terms to not use in searches. 

Thanks I added the fuck out of that.

Hey just so everyone knows this hasn’t passed Congress yet. The Senate sent it back to the House and its been in conference for over a month. This isn’t my issue area so idk but my guess is Nadler and co are going to try to get this taken out. If you want to be proactive you can write to your reps and ask them to introduce an amendment that would undo this when the House votes on the Senate version of the bill. 

Isn’t it crazy how women are supposed to be in their 20s their whole life.

including when they’re in their teens

Sometimes reminiscing about pre-quarantine I feel like minor Russian royalty reminiscing about pre-communist revolution times. I’m like...ah yes I used to wear different beautiful outfits to work every day and shake the hands of many people without fear. I would simply leave my house and stroll into a bar for a last-minute cocktail with a friend. I would knock back oysters, sitting elbow-to-elbow with others at the counter. there were plays and concerts I never went to. The tzar invited us over often and had a GIANT chandelier

start pushing for prison abolition or at the very least widespread reform right now i mean it. you can’t say “fuck the police” and “all cops are bastards” and talk about alternatives to police, but say nothing about alternatives to prison and the crime against humanity that is the racist drug war and the U.S.’s mass incarceration, the financial machine behind the police industrial complex

What is it with cute fluffy friendly media fandoms being full of heartless heinous harpies?

Don’t forget the girl who got mad at her boyfriends friend because she thought the friends avatar was dressed too slutty to be coming to her boyfriends island 

i feel like u can tell a lot about a person by where they sat in the classroom, so reblog with where u sat and ur star sign, i’m back of the room by the windows taurus