We don't need directions

its like two drunks girls meeting in the bathroom

This was so beautiful and just…. Genuine

Honestly, this is the first advice I’ve gotten from literally every martial arts class I’ve been in

^ Yup

Also have you noticed the traditional skills that men are supposed to have are mostly all things that only come up for specific situations, like changing a tire when the tire goes out, fixing the house when it needs to be fixed, fixing the car when it won’t work, and the traditional skills expected of women are things that have to be done everyday and always, like doing the dishes, cooking, and taking care of children.

Men’s work is a solution to a problem and when it’s done it’s done. Women’s work is a never-ending tide of tasks that must be accomplished every day.

And the practical result of this is that when a woman doesn’t know how to change a tire or un-clog a pipe, she’s belittled for this apparently gaping chasm in her knowledge, despite the fact that you can go years on end without encountering some of these supposedly-essential skills - while (traditionally) nothing is ever said of men who can’t cook or don’t know how to clean their own clothes, despite having been fully immersed in both since their first day on this earth.

the owner of Lion Heart Book Store in Seattle is a very mystical man

Hey do y'all fucks remember two years ago when just before the election all these “don’t vote both parties are bad” or “vote independent!” Posts were going around and then Trump won and now two weeks before midterms there’s all these “don’t bother voting, revolution is the only way!” And “your vote isn’t gonna matter and is an ineffective way to protest” posts are going around? Yeah knock that shit right the fuck off, don’t fall for it and get your ass to the polls, we are not doing this again.

It’s been like three thousand years and they still haven’t figured it out.

That feeling when your body is requesting something but you're not sure what so you just start eating and drinking random stuff to try and figure it out

Me, eating a chocolate waffle at 7pm: Is this what you desire, oh prison of flesh?