Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow.
gpoy
SERIOUSLY
I just realized Humbert Humbert is the epitome of the tumblr Dom.
Me so handsome.
Everything I write so clever.
Everything you do you do for daddy.
Let me inject my creepy into your very sense of self(ies).
Why do most things have to be promoted as sexy to be considered a good thing? “Confidence is sexy” “Eating healthy is sexy” “Being yourself is sexy”. Does my entire life and everything I do have to be based around making your genitals tingle?
Current status.
Literally, this is my life. Whenever there’s some event and photos get taken, people are like, “oh, you’re so photogenic.”
And I just want to yell, “bitch what problem do you have with my face on a day-to-day basis?”
GIRL CODE
I just want a man to appear out of nowhere and rub my feet.
My mother, after a couple of glasses of wine, explaining her greatest fantasy.
This video is an excerpt from the film Miss Representation.
And I suggest everyone watch this. Really. All of you. Seriously. If not the full documentary, at least this 8 minute clip.
I had an ex, when I tried to tell him about it, inform me that apparently this was “bullshit” and women “already had equality.” Needless to say (and for other reasons that aren’t all that distant from this), I don’t speak to him anymore.
(Source: https://player.vimeo.com/)
My entire OKCupid experience, embodied.
Or, rather, how I should’ve responded to some of the things people said.
But ignoring them worked, too.
I’ve got a habit of arranging those monogrammed towels in furniture stores to spell things like “send help”.
But this takes the cake.
Basically.