poopflow:

when I was in high school some dudes would play a game called soap drop and they would walk up to people and yell “sOAP DROP” and slap the books out of someone’s hands and another person would come up behind them when they bent over to pick them up, and pelvic thrust them so they fell and then one time they did it to a gay kid and he didn’t fall and he said “I guess that’s what happens when you mess with a power bottom” IM STILL LAUGHING

nokiabae:

my biggest fear is I’m married & my husband says, “let’s cut sugar out of our diet” so I have to leave with the kids in the middle of the night

Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.

Sylvia Plath

fuck every single time that last line gets quoted without the rest

(via sex-positive-bitches)

starksfell:

those textbooks that rip out your soul and eat it while you watch because you think you only have 1 question to do for homework but no it’s like 1. a) b) c) d) e) f) g) h) i) j) k) l) m) n) o) p) q) r) s) t) u) v) w) x) y) z)