Almost a thousand people in West Africa die from ebola and nobody bats an eyelash, yet 2 white people in the US contract it and miraculously a cure is released and given to them because they’re an “extreme circumstance.” Satire is dead and real life is a dystopian hellscape
every single person who reblogs this
will get “doot doot” in their ask box
I WANT TO KNOW YOUR SECRETSERIOUSLY THOUGH WHAT ARE YOU
I GOT THIS AND I WAS LIKE WHAT THE
there are over 128,000 notes and i still got one
i reblogged this less than 2 minutes ago
how the actual
legit how, in like 30 seconds i got one and this has 500k notes
you ever thought that maybe the reason girls say they’re fine when they’re not, or they’re not mad when they are, is because the second they show any semblance of emotion they’re written off as hysterical bitches that are probably on their period?
THE FUCKING DA VINCI CODE HAS BEEN CRACKED
Reblogging again, because this will never be irrelevant.
If you claim to be a feminist and you shame girls for wanting to do traditional things like take their husband’s last name or be a house wife then you are doing it all completely wrong.
Feminism isn’t an elite group who defeats gender norms, it’s a group who accepts ALL women’s choices.
I lost a story an stayed with a good memory.
I could have said something, asked for your name, something. But instead i will stay with the first saw i took at you, siting there in the art classroom in one of those tall sits, with one leg up and the other down, in the first line, staring at me because i was late.
I’ll stay with the laugh you took out of me and with you perfect british accent. I’ll stay with our pointless conversation of how we were the greatest artists of the world and how we’d be on a museum some day.
I wish i had saved your little human of clay, if i had just asked … but now all those possibilities are lost … because you’re gone and i have no way to find you.
And perhaps you allrady stoped looking for me
But I promise I’ll look for your face into every class of art i step into
I know you werent actually an artist
But I wasn’t one to.
My brain always goes a different way.
Never follow the conversation.
I need someone with who i get to know as much thing of myself as i get to know when i’m alone.