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lesbian-ness:

When you suffer from depression your brain will tell you that happiness is too fleeting and frivolous of a thing to want… but that is an outright lie. Happiness is important, life bringing and doesn’t have to be fleeting. You deserve happiness. 

Question…

thisfeliciaday:

As I was checking out at a shop, the guy said, “‘Day’. That’s a cool last name. If you get married are you going to change it?”
I looked at him genuinely confused. “Of course not. Do women still do that?”

Then he looked at me weird.

Is it crazy to assume that’s going out of fashion?! Or am I some weird last radical? Haha

no-pants-dan:

quantumstarlight:

conflictingheart:

If you believe in yourself anything is possible.

The snail

This photoset made me so happy. You go, lil snail.

go you, noot noot, go you

Strangely, my initial reaction was “You son of a bitch.”

(Source: innocenttmaan)

queerlyobscure:

Y’know people say shit about social media along the lines of ‘OMG no one cares what anyone had for breakfast’ and like.

I do? I care. I’m pretty sure a lot of people care. I want to hear that the people I care about are having delicious breakfasts or saw something odd at work or flirted with a cute barista. Or just any little thoughts they have that they feel are worth sharing.

I’ve always kind of assumed that’s how you’re supposed to feel about your friends.

I was a food blogger long before Facebook and Instagram existed. I really, really hate how sharing food online has become some sort of “hipster” thing.

But, yeah. I absolutely care what is happening in the lives on my online friends, whether it be big or small.

And maybe I’ve posted “inappropriate” personal things to my Twitter recently, but that’s because the people there are the ones who actually give a shit about what I’ve been going through.

shuckl:

starrysleeper:

get-off-your-arse-its-begun:

geekishchic:

volouminous:

You can be mature and respectful and still have a dirty sense of humour.

 You can curse a lot and still be highly intelligent with a massive vocabulary.

You can be quiet and reserved and still be witty and even outgoing in certain circles.

You can be intelligent and sharp-minded and still forget what month it is

you can dance if you wanna, you can leave your friends behind

There is only one way to read, which is to browse in libraries and bookshops, picking up books that attract you, reading only those, dropping them when they bore you, skipping the parts that drag — and never, never reading anything because you feel you ought, or because it is part of a trend or a movement. Remember that the book which bores you when you are twenty or thirty will open doors for you when you are forty or fifty — and vice versa. Don’t read a book out of its right time for you.

Doris Lessing, The Golden Notebook (via misswallflower)

On Periods: Let’s put this shit to bed right now: Women don’t lose their minds when they have period-related irritability. It doesn’t lower their ability to reason; it lowers their patience and, hence, tolerance for bullshit. If an issue comes up a lot during “that time of the month,” that doesn’t mean she only cares about it once a month; it means she’s bothered by it all the time and lacks the capacity, once a month, to shove it down and bury it beneath six gulps of willful silence.

Shakesville: Feminism 101 (via andotherdoublemeanings)

BOOM

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THANK YOU

oh this is SO FREAKING SPOT ON

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