I have a really hard time talking to people about problems because, well, I just have a lot of fears. Like, they won’t care or they’ll say they care and then not do anything about it or they’ll get hurt/offended and I’ll stay hurt/offended and the right thing is whatever creates the greatest amount of good and diminishes the greatest amount of bad, so usually I just don’t say anything.
Anyway, I’ve been really working on it for a long time. So, after months of trying to solitarily deal with some INFJ-esque need-time-to-myself problems, this weekend I finally bucked up the courage and asked my parents to give me about thirty minutes before greeting me when I came home because I need that time to recoup from the day. I told them that no matter how nice they are to me, it kind of wears me out and makes the rest of the evening harder for me.
Anyway, today I was really happy. I looked really pretty, the weather was nice, I kept thinking up jokes that made me laugh, Caitlin liked the cute-animal pics I reblogged for her, and in my history class we watched a documentary about Catherine the Great and I learned stuff like the fact that she had a French hairstylist do her hair while she was ON HER WAY to the Revolutionary coup that seated her on the throne and eventually led to her husband’s death. Then, when I was driving home, I thought about how I talked to my parents about the toothpaste they accidentally took from me, and they gave it back, and how I told them that it hurt my feelings when they assumed that my Pear Shaped Selfies blogpost came from a place of self-hatred, and that I needed time when I got home. Also, I listened to a lot of One Direction, which always boosts my spirits.
Anyway, so I got home and they immediately bombarded me with greetings, but which was like a stumble but I was in such a good mood that it didn’t ruin it. I thought to myself, “Just handle these greetings and then they’ll stop talking to you and you can recoup from the day, and everything will be fine. But then, when I was searching for my bread to eat my veggie burger on (side note, all our bread is frozen, so I’ll just be having a patty on a plate) they started bombarding me more, this time with things they need from me. Mail with my name and theirs, information about the Sound and Fury, information about my student loans, and so on and so forth.
So it took absolutely everything out of me, and now I’ve just been sitting in my room sobbing, wishing that it could go back to being 4:00 in the afternoon so I could be happy again.
8:55 pm • 10 March 2014
Black Lesbian Couple Murdered in Texas Gulf Area
Black Lesbian Couple Murdered in Texas Gulf Area
Today we mourn the losses of Crystal Jackson and Britney Cosby. A beer deliveryman found the two women’s bodies next to a convenience store dumpster in Port Bolivar, Galveston County, Texas on Friday.
Crystal Jackson and Britney Cosby. via ABC News
The two 24-year-old black women, who had been together for two years and lived together in Houston, were murdered in different ways and their bodies…
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5:50 pm • 10 March 2014 • 202 notes
#idontneedfeminism aka stupid white women that don’t actually know what feminism is
Technically if someone’s been “drinking that koolaid for…” any time at all they’re dead, ‘cause the koolaid is poison.
Also, some of these are concerning in more than just a “you don’t know what feminism is” kind of way. Like, whiskeybent1997’s ability to hold her own in a fight, asserting, “Don’t go easy on me because I can take what you dish out”, for instance. One of feminism’s chief concerns is Domestic Abuse and Violence Against Women, suggesting, first and foremost, that many men don’t go “easy” on women. Next, it’s concerning that whiskeybent1997’s tweet assumes, embraces, and even encourages violence against women. Furthermore, I would like to see that young lady explain to victims of domestic abuse why, exactly, she would scoff at the potential for protection for them.
I’m going to stop now, but I’d kind of like to write responses to each of these. Would you guys read that? Or should I not bother?
3:41 pm • 10 March 2014 • 21,997 notes
Yes hello I would like to buy one easy, fulfilling, happy life for *digs in pocket* $7.95, please.
8:26 am • 10 March 2014 • 12 notes
One Direction ringtone.
“Hi! We’re One Direction!”
H: “Someone’s calling you! Answer your phone, unless you don’t like them, and then you can just pretend that you didn’t hear me…Which I would never do to anyone because that would be mean…Unless they smell.”
Louis: “woah! You’re popular! someone’s calling you, pick up your phone! C’mon, I’m a busy guy. I can’t hang around inside your phone during ringtones all day. Answer it!”
N: “Ye’ gotta help me, I’m stuck inside your phone! Answer it to set me free! Hurry! It’s stuffy in here!”
Liam: “You’re annoying everybody now, answer your phone. Pick up the pho- Pick up the..Pick it up! Um, Pick it up now! get it!
Z: “this is the most annoying ringtone ever.”
12:22 am • 10 March 2014 • 67,022 notes
when i was 12 i made a deal with my dad that if i didn’t date until i was 16 he’d owe me $100 AND I FUCKING REMEMBERED THE OTHER DAY AND MY DAD SAID IT WAS "RIDICULOUS ENOUGH TO BE TRUE" HE’S ACTUALLY GONNA GIVE ME $100
so my dad come home today and was like “katie i did it i got your money”
he gave me 100 one dollar bills
my dad gave me 100 one dollar bills
i can pretend to be a super star
i am a queen
i made it rain on my mom
12:20 am • 10 March 2014 • 127,382 notes