"i don’t support feminism because i don’t hate men"
Husbands can be incredibly helpful.
Bet they’d all make the best Dad jokes.
omfg i just ordered pizza and as i was about to hang up i said love you out of habit and the guy said it back and after a whole minute of dead silence he just tells me that he hopes that i’m not expecting a discount on the pizza just cause we confessed our undying love for each other! oMFG!
guys! he sent me a note on one of the napkins and i just
I ship it
I ship it hard
christmas eve what about christmas adam
happy christmas adam to all men’s rights activists
Please stop pestering us with things like this. This has nothing to do with men fighting for their rights. Eve is short for ‘evening’. Please don’t turn activism into a joke. Thanks.
Someone isn’t having a good christmas adam
Christmas Adam: December 23rd. Comes before Christmas Eve and is generally unsatisfying.
- Read my lines -, Mers-les-Bains, Picardie, France. August 8, 2014.
It took me forever to press the shutter on this one. I wanted to to compose the picture properly and then I found myself absorbed, nearly meditating in front of all those crossing lines and the sheer power of the storm that was coming.
I almost forgot to take a picture ! I’m quite happy I didn’t, though.
Thank you immensely for watching my work.
You win this round cheese
actually that is a rectangle cheese
[oxford comma laughing in the distance]
[vocative comma wondering what oxford comma thinks it’s doing here]
I already reblogged this for the pun but I’m reblogging again for the sick punctuation banter
it’s wild times on tumblr tonight
This. Is. Hilarious.
I cannot even fathom how much I laughed at this
im catholic and thats hilarious
ARE YOU FU CKING SHITTING ME
If you had told me earlier today that this song could also be a warrior queen’s battle chant, I would have looked at you funny
how to walk like a queen [x]
This is the best acting lesson I have every seen in my life
I think of this often…
Way too powerful an image here…
This speaks volume about the standards expected in society on how one should look. And how young we begin to be bombarded with these standards…Picture by Meg Gaiger
I can’t remember the amount of times of cried while grabbing at my fat and wishing I could cut it off. It started when I was eight. This picture and the meaning behind it is so, so important.