Would You Be So Kind?

you've been told all your childhood that it's rude to interrupt. and now you have grown up and speak only when there is a pause in the conversation. but suddenly you understand that neurotypicals are all interrupting each other and this is quite normal. but you are already used to not interrupting and waiting for a pause in the conversation and do not understand how to normally maintain a conversation in order to talk, but at the same time not to seem rude

happy PRIDE i’m here i’m queer and i believe the land should be given back to the proper indigenous stewards.

Non-Natives reblogging this are great and wonderful

She’s doing her part to flatten the curve. A queen

Why are people commenting like “this is night vale” or “I can’t tell if this really happened or it’s an apocalyptic vision” like are you all not aware that there’s an unprecedented international disaster happening? What is not normal life in March 2020 about this post

The radio channel I listen to has a guy who does the traffic report every morning and he got so fed up of saying basically "theres no traffic because everyone is at home" that he started getting listeners to message him with the traffic that's in their home. like "in Steve's house in Surrey today theres a massive delay between the bedroom and the dining room table that is where Steve is working because the dog is lying in the doorway. the current recommended diversion is via the kitchen for a cup of tea."

That's adorable, and very funny, and oh god we're all going insane.

Reblogging again for the fuckboy who ignored it the first time

THIS IS SO IMPORTANT

*slow clap for australia* shit mates. Wow.

I will probably reblog this once a day

Reblog. Always reblog.

My mother spent her entire school career up until high school having to wear skirts, no matter how horrible the New England winters got, because she was forbidden to do otherwise. There were times when the weather was bad where my grandmother kept her home rather than make her walk to and from the bus in a skirt. 

They rebroadcast a few old interviews with Mary Tyler Moore, and in them she addressed the pants issue. There was a strict limit on what kind of pants she could wear (hence, always Capri pants, nothing masculine), and to use her words, how much cupping the pants could show. A censor would look at every outfit when she came out on stage, and if the pants cupped her buttocks too much, defining them rather than hiding them, then she had to get another pair.

A prime example of how gender is socially enforced.

40+ year old men who seriously believe the young girls working at stores and restaurants are actually flirting with them just because the girls smile and are friendly are the most disgusting and terrifying things on this planet.

i keep getting messages from men over the age of 40 who were upset by this post and i’d like to sincerely thank them for proving my point so effortlessly. 

i have to get up at 7 A.M. for work tomorrow and here i am, at 1 A.M., listening to david tennant and catherine tate argue about astrology like my life depends on it

david tennant going off for 40 some seconds about how astrology doesn’t make any sense and how placements are just loopholes and getting louder and talking faster as he goes and getting himself more and more riled up despite the fact that catherine tate isn’t saying ANYTHING to him and her just delivering the final blow of “just so you know david is an aries” proves the existence of astrology AND typecasting

going through my microsoft word archives is great fun because i always find the wildest shit in there and by “the wildest shit” i mean the time i tried to rewrite the entire bible from scratch at the age of eleven and a half

I would read this in its entirety.

This. This is so true. Starting again is more important than what you actually write. You are rusty. You’ll build up momentum again. All you need to do is start.

Dude what? She tied you to the kitchen chair? Broke your throne & cut your hair? From your lips she drew the..? Broooo

i just walked past the apartment beneath mine and through an open window i could hear my downstairs neighbor crying faintly while the song jolene played in the background and im just like… bitch are you okay…?

I actually ended up going back downstairs to check on her and brought some leftover cookies I baked this afternoon. she’s very sweet and going through a Breakup Mood™️ after being cheated on. she’s coming over to my gf and I’s annual bad movie night on Friday and she even let me pet her cat named Clarence

my gf thinks it’s funny but very fitting that our downstairs neighbor was able to summon a concerned lesbian just by playing jolene while crying about being done dirty by a man

reblog to summon a concerned lesbian in your hour of need