Maria/ Mary

Nonlesbians saying that the definition of lesbian is women loving women or nonmen loving nonmen will never not piss me off because lesbianism is NOT defined by what it excludes. Its not defined in three words. Its not a bite sized concept. Its a culture, a lifestyle, a fucking religion for some of us. Its not just girls kissing and I'm so sorry to burst your bubble

you cannot make a post about how men put women in certain boxes without someone going "but what if i love the box? what if i've decided that it's comfortable in the box? are you gonna tell me i'm not ALLOWED to like the box? not very feminist of you to police a woman's decisions... maybe you'd be less ugly and miserable if you stopped talking about the box LMFAO #Girlboss #MyBox<3"

#and its like. 'what if ive decided its comfortable to be in the box' it is always going to be more comfortable to be in the box #they will reward you for staying in the box and punish you for trying to leave it #that doesnt mean the box is like. a good place to be — @butchfaith

“no live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality” and the live organism is fox william mulder needing to hold onto the possibility of the impossible because the absolute reality of his sister having been taken by the mundanity of man made evil is too much to bear “even larks and katydids are supposed by some to dream” and the dream is a world where there’s more than what there is and all little girls are safe and cared for and everyone on earth experiences love

Thought this was about some 18th century romantic novelist but no it is not F.W.Mulder it is the x files

some of you seem to be under the unfortunate impression that i enjoy finishing things. i enjoy making things

people will describe their incredibly nebulous sexuality to you that they’ve never been able to define and the whole time you’re thinking that sounds like bisexuality brother

has anyone figured out how to turn off the thing where you love your pet so much it slides inexorably into grief-borrowing

“For me this glass is already broken. I enjoy it; I drink out of it. It holds my water admirably, sometimes even reflecting the sun in beautiful patterns. If I should tap it, it has a lovely ring to it. But when I put this glass on the shelf and the wind knocks it over or my elbow brushes it off the table and it falls to the ground and shatters, I say, ‘Of course.’ When I understand that the glass is already broken, every moment with it is precious.”

Unironically this is my baseline attitude to life

has anyone figured out how to turn off the thing where you love your pet so much it slides inexorably into grief-borrowing

“For me this glass is already broken. I enjoy it; I drink out of it. It holds my water admirably, sometimes even reflecting the sun in beautiful patterns. If I should tap it, it has a lovely ring to it. But when I put this glass on the shelf and the wind knocks it over or my elbow brushes it off the table and it falls to the ground and shatters, I say, ‘Of course.’ When I understand that the glass is already broken, every moment with it is precious.”

ladies and slenderman