One way in which people enjoy manifesting their hatred of women in fun, new ways, is to develop this kind of Law & Order-brain that is always willing to be believe in an unexpected third act twist. What if, what if, the very wealthy man’s much younger wife, the one with the bruises and the corroboration was actually lying all along and what if she was abusing him? What if my belief that women are collectively a bunch of lying whores who ruin lives for fun was a stunning new insight? What if I just like, forgot, that women are an oppressed class and men are their oppressors?

pictures of buildings in the dark with one window glowing unnaturally bright. yeah <3

i love the pedestrian-to-car staredown when you see them go from a rolling stop to a full stop. like that's what the fuck i thought. vehicularly manslaughter me about it