WHY CAN’T I EVER HAVE A FUCKING PHONE THAT FUCKING WORKS HOLY BALLS I DROPPED MY LAST ONE IN BONG WATER AND THEY MADE ME WAIT LIKE 4 SCORE AND 7 YEARS FOR A REPLACEMENT AND NOW THIS LIL THING IS A PIECE OF SHIT THAT WON’T TRANSFER MY CONTACTS AND IT NEVER HAS SERVICE AND SIRI’S SEARCH GAME IS WEAK AS HELL OK PHONE GODS I GIVE UP YOU WIN NOW
my biggest problem with this question is the fact that you think i post things to “assert the fact that (i’m) a feminist”. that completely belittles my opinion to just a desire to appear a certain way to my peers, which sort of sums up the whole reason feminists are pissed off in a nutshell. is it really that hard to just allow a woman to have a voice? i post anything i find interesting/funny/relevant to my life, and unfortunately, a lot of the posts about sexism/unwanted attention from dudes is relevant to my life - not that you or anyone else deserves any sort of explanation for what i blog, though. this was just all around ignorant considering 1) you probably don’t know me and what i’ve experienced and 2) it’s my freaKING TUMBLR BLOG WHAT THE HELL DOES IT MATTER UNFOLLOW ME AND GO PLAY OUTSIDE
What To Do When Your Boyfriend’s Asshole Best Friend Says, “Hey, Never Trust Anything That Bleeds For Seven Days And Doesn’t Die,
OR The Only Poem I’ll Ever Write About Periods.
Don’t excuse him because he’s had
at least three lite beers
and is sweating through his black button down
that his mom or exgirlfriend
probably bought him.
Don’t excuse him because he’s been turned down
by the last six girls he went on dates with
after meeting them on tindr
with a picture that’s seven years old
Don’t excuse him because
he’s usually such a nice guy
because you don’t want to be a bitch
because you don’t want to cause a scene
because when you were seventeen
your sister told you
no one likes an angry feminist
Let me explain something to you.
Every goddamn motherfucking month since I was eleven,
a part of me
tore itself to shreds
ripped itself apart inside me
and then remade itself.
So yes, I bleed for seven days
and I don’t die
You know what else can do that?
Things of legend.
Fuck, I can even
So I say, never trust anything that can’t
bleed for seven days and not die.
You know what that makes it?
So let’s see, hon,
What you’re made of.
If you can bleed for seven days
and not die.
Rip out his jugular with your teeth.
And when he bleeds for seven seconds
spit on his corpse and say,
I thought not.
Mac Demarco - Brother - Salad Days
this whole album is so fuckin good and i’m so fuckin in love with him hdsfuhsdif