the reason why so many people prefer older men isnt because we have some sort of kink but because we know young teenage boys are a complete fucking disaster that can only be salvaged by the sands of time
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the reason why so many people prefer older men isnt because we have some sort of kink but because we know young teenage boys are a complete fucking disaster that can only be salvaged by the sands of time

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i may be many things but at least iâm not a sackville-baggins
This is the most uplifting thing Iâve read all day
vampires always like âi could kill you if I wantedâ like? yeah? so could another human being. so could a dog. so could a dedicated duck. you arent special

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Jane Eyre Month - Favorite Quote (ž)
          âIn the midst of my pain of heart and frantic effort of principle, I abhorred myself. I had no solace from self-approbation: none even from self-respect. I had injured â wounded â left my master. I was hateful in my own eyes. [âŚ]     Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt!  May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine. May you never appeal to Heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agonized as in that hour left my lips; for never may you, like me, dread to be the instrument of evil to what you wholly love.
alexander hamilton?
How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore order his coffee?
He probably orders the most complicated drink off the menu with about five changes to it (extra whip, three extra shots of espresso, etc. etc. etc.) and then has a few of them in a row and sits in the front by the window writing all day and stopping passerby to ask if theyâve read the Federalist Papers and to ask them tell them their opinions on Thomas Jefferson and why he doesnât have good taste in coffee, can you believe he just orders it black? And he doesnât even go to Starbucks? He gets French coffee IMPORTED IN, from FRANCE, because he doesnât understand America, and he probably has his slaves make it for him. Here read this manifesto I wrote about why Jefferson doesnât understand coffee, politics, or how to be a decent human being. Laurens read it and said it was great. Eliza took away the Starbucks gift card Washington gave me for Christmas. Iâm paying for these out of my own pocket now.
Burr is the barista and heâs been told that as long as Hamilton has a shirt and shoes on no, he is NOT allowed to forcibly evict him from Starbucks, no matter how loud he and his three âhooligan friendsâ get in the evenings after theyâve been drinking coffee all day.
who needs broadway when every trip in my car is a one-woman production of hamilton starring me as everyone
If you ever think I love Hamilton more than I love les mis think again I love all my children equally itâs just that Hamilton is a newborn who needs my constant attention Mommys busy right now les mis go play outside with the phantom of the opera
all i really want from my life is a legitimate reason to pin a bunch of photos and newspaper fragments on a huge cork board and connect them with long strings of yarn

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âhow much coffee do you drink?â
âoh, not much,â i say, taking a sip of coffee. my hands are shaking. i havenât slept in 3 days. i can hear colors
I relate to this on a spiritual level.
As a writer, I have never related to anything more
me as a little kid: when i'm older i'll be so much happier than i am now i'll have friends and a degree and be doing good stuff with my life
me now: i was tempted to put "the bittersweet embrace of death" on my christmas list but then i remembered my family doesn't understand how constant lowkey existential despair works
This country would be so much better if Conservatives were logically consistent.
Imagine that conservatives who want âChristian valuesâ cared about helping the poor.
Imagine that conservatives who are against people living off the hard work of others felt the same way about CEOs getting rich off the work of their underpaid employees.
Imagine that conservatives who oppose welfare also opposed corporate subsidies and bailouts.
Imagine that conservatives who oppose welfare wanted to raise the minimum wage so fewer people would need welfare.
Imagine that conservatives who complain about people âmooching off the governmentâ also complained about corporations who take advantage of cheap prison labor.
Imagine that conservatives who want guns to protect against a tyrannical government actually opposed a tyrannical government.
Imagine that conservatives who support the right to own a gun were angry about the police killing John Crawford and Tamir Rice for simply possessing a BB gun and not pointing it at anyone.
Imagine that conservatives who complain about protesters looting were also angry about asset forfeiture.
Imagine that conservatives who complain about vandalism at protests were also angry about the black churches being burned down.
Imagine that conservatives who are âpro-lifeâ wanted to prevent people from starving to death, committing suicide from homophobic and transphobic bullying, and being killed by police.
Imagine that conservatives who insist on âpersonal responsibilityâ were angry about the taxpayers having to foot the bill for lawsuits against the police.
Imagine that conservatives who complain about people receiving taxpayer money while not working were angry about police officers receiving paid administrative leave.
Imagine that conservatives who would do anything to prevent terrorism wanted to stop the KKK, and wanted to end the war on drugs and hold the police accountable for their crimes.
Imagine that conservatives who worship the police cared even a little bit about the police officers who have been fired for stopping police brutality or for refusing to enforce unjust laws, or about the police officers who are bullied by their coworkers for being gay, female, disabled, black, etc.
Imagine that conservatives who âsupport our troopsâ still cared about our troops when they need financial assistance from the government.
Imagine that conservatives who âsupport our troopsâ listened to Iraq Veterans Against the War.
Imagine that conservatives who complain about destroying a flag because our soldiers risked their lives to protect the flag cared just as much about the police killing people because our soldiers risked their lives to protect those people.
When I was 13 years old and curious about sex and love, I asked my mom if she had had sex before marrying my father (of whom she is still married to, and has been since before I was born). She said that that wasnât really a âyesâ or ânoâ question. I said âsure it is, youâve either had sex before him, or you havenâtâ. She brought me onto the couch and sat me down and told me about the boy she liked when she was young and how one night she snuck into his house while his parents were gone and they were kissing and he said they should have sex and she said that she wanted to save sex for marriage and he laughed and basically took all her clothes off and he raped her and as my mom was telling the story she cried and this was the second time I had ever seen my mom cry. She was 12 when it happened.
In grade 8 I got a call from my friend in the middle of the night and she was drunk in the park crying and told me that she went out that night with some other friends and they drank a little and her guy âfriendâ starting flirting and yes she laughed at first but then he tried to pull her shirt over her head and she pulled away and he ripped her shirt and it was her favourite shirt and then he pushed her to her knees and HIS BEST FRIEND HELD HER JAW OPEN WHILE HE FACE FUCKED HER. And so I went to the park and picked her up and took her home and slept in her bed with her except we didnât sleep because she just cried and her mouth bled and this was four years ago but I still have to be the one to bring her items to the till it the cashier is a man, and she still has anxiety attacks and sheâll get a rash all over her body and I just want to kill those boys but instead they are still walking around. And Iâm in the bathroom with her, dabbing at her skin with a warm cloth until it returns to its regular colour.
And in grade 9 one of my closest friends was kinda seeing this boy and so they hung out one night and then she said that she really had to be getting back home and he said that she wasnât going anywhere until she gave him what he wanted and he parked the car and took off her clothes and she said no and he ignored her and so she laid in the backseat totally limp and just cried and it wasnât even sex, he just masterbated by using her body instead of his hand and she came to school the next day with vodka in her water bottle and she drank all day and I had to fight her to get the alcohol away from her and she just cried and threw up and I skipped class while I held her hair back and that same boy texted me a month later, asking if I ever wanted to hangout sometime.
And in that same year my very best friend who has never even kissed a boy, confessed to me that when she was 9 years old, her 12 year old cousin made her give him a hand job and he told her that was what cousins do and he gave her a chocolate bar afterwards and she told me that he probably doesnât even remember it but that itâs something that sheâll never have the luxury of forgetting.
And in grade 10 I knew a girl who invited her best friend over to watch Disney movies and then he started to put his hands down her pants and she said no but she is 130lbs and he is 220lbs and he called her a tease while she tried to fight him but he used one hand to hold her down, and the other to put inside of her and i was the one to push her inside of a classroom and stand in front of her while calling the police when he showed up at our school looking for her and she was so damn scared.
And a few months later I skipped class and was in the car with a guy who i had had unprotected sex with in the past while under the influence of cocaine but this time I was sober and I insisted we use a condom but he told me he couldnât feel anything while the condom was on so he ripped it off and I said I refused to have unprotected sex again and so he just grabbed me and forced himself into my mouth and I was crying and he pulled me onto him and I just came saying âstopâ over and over like a broken record but he mustâve heard something different because he went until he came and I just sat naked in the backseat while he drove me back to the school and said âwe should do this again sometimeâ. And I had five showers that night and I scratched at my skin so hard to try and rip his fingerprints off of me, I still have the scars.
And I found out soon afterwards that that same guy had raped a classmate of mine, 5 months earlier and she told me about how he brought her McDonaldâs first, and how he said they could take things slow and she told me about how he didnât listen to her either. And he goes to our school and so after she told me about her incident and I told her about mine, we decided to report it to the police and the trial is currently still going on and he told people about it, except in his version we are just âasking for attentionâ and all his friends talk about how bad they feel for him. As if HE is the one that still wakes up screaming. As if HE felt like his skin no longer was beautiful, no longer belonged to him. And I held her in my arms as she bawled after giving the police her statement. And she did the same for me.
And I met a woman a year ago in a paint store and she had a service dog and I asked what the dog was for and it turns out that she had been so brutally raped and abused in her life, that the dog is literally trained to keep men away from her.
And Iâm so FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN. How many rape victims eyes have I already looked into? How many more will I? And how many more friends will I hold while they shake? Because I donât know how many more I can take. And who the fuck still has the nerve to make rape jokes? And⌠Something just has to change. Please, someone just start being that change.
-16 year old girl
Did I reblog this already I dont care

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Anyone ever notice that when a woman makes a comment about feminism, itâs instantly: âYouâre misinformedâ âNot all menâ âNo one asked youâ and âDumb feministâ but when a man makes a comment about feminism on the same subject, it turns into: âWell why do you think that?â âWhat led you to that conclusion?â and âMaybe I see your pointâ.
Why are men so willing to have a discussion with each other about feminism, but refuse to have it with the people feminism actually effects?
My favorite part about this post is all the responses Iâm getting. Iâm being told that Iâm misinformed, not all men do this, that no one asked me, and called a dumb feminist. Thanks for helping prove my point guys!!
I just looked through the notes and not a single person had said any of that, the fact that you posted the comment about the responses proves that you are not misinformed but just a liar
Iâm actually referring to things in my inbox, which I didnât respond to. Though I think in the reblogs the response was generally hostile but, you are correct, they did not use the exact words quoted above. Thank you for taking time out of your valuable day to go through all the responses to this prove that my post about the hostile response to feminism is not true, by continuing to prove my point for me.
Iâve seen little to no hostility in the reblogs, the only thing Iâve seen is people pointing out that youâre wrong/lying, that is not hostility but a response to you lying and attacking people, though perhaps you by having the preconceived notion that women are responded to in such a way when talking about feminism see ANY response that isnât agreeing with you as a hostile response. As for these things in your inbox you claim to exist I donât believe they exist (and wonât unless you provide screen shots of them), obviously you donât have to prove anything to me but I do hope you do prove me wrong.
(P.s if this does become a debate letâs both agree ahead of time to refrain from name calling, personal attacks, and bigoted remarks)
If you insist, here's a screen shot.
For the record, I don't think that not agreeing with me means hostile. I welcome opposing opinions, and think it's important for people to think critically and independently. I'm not an expert or a sociologist, I'm just a girl stating her opinion on the internet. What I mean by hostile in the responses is people saying things like, "that's a boldfaced lie" someone calling me a farmer, and to be honest I don't know what that means, people saying I'm generalizing, or "not all men" and my personal favorite of someone claiming I don't see men as people.                                                                                                                      I don't want to start a debate, because I don't think there is anything to debate. I stated an opinion based on my experience. In the original post, I don't claim that this is a stated fact or based on anything other than what I have experienced. If people don't agree with me, that's fine. My point was simply that the method in which people voiced their disagreements didn't come as, "that's not my experience" or "I haven't seen this happen" (Though one guy did ask why I thought that way, so thank you, kind sir) but by claiming I'm lying or that feminists are trash. (On a separate note, I do think it is amusing how many people accuse me of lying. If I wanted to go on a feminist rant, I have a lot of topics to pick from, I wouldn't have to lie to make one up). In the end, perhaps we see hostile differently. Perhaps I am more sensitive because I've been attacked in the past for saying something similar and I'm preparing to get called a nazi or threatening rape. Actually, hostile might have been too strong a word. It certainly wasn't friendly but hostile has a certain connotation. I'll simply say the general response was negative in nature. But again, I've had to avoid tumblr for weeks at a time after being threatened with rape and bodily harm, told I'm worthless and should kill myself, and the very poignant metaphor of being a fat, bloated pig floating in the feminist kool-aid. In the end, I don't see a point to a debate, if you don't agree with me, that's fine.
Why did you change your blog name?
Figured out the term sapiosexual has a pretty negative connotation. Don't want to promote an abilist or elitist narrative so I thought it best to switch things up.