If being a Nice Guy means treating women like vending machines you push kindness coins into until sex falls out, you shouldn’t just finish last, you should be disqualified for unsportsmanlike conduct.
Sorry, just felt the need to reblog this. There’ll be more porn on the horizon, calm your tits.
Sorry, I just need to interrupt the sexy to say:
Yes. It is okay. It is so okay. It is so very, very okay. What’s not okay is banning a freaking book.
Works like Candide, Animal Farm and The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy were some of my favorites in high school and, with the exception of the last title, were parts of the curriculum of courses I took.
So, rock on, kiddo. Because no library should be illegal.
Ryan Gosling on the MPAA’s decision to give Blue Valentine an NC-17 rating over its inclusion of an oral sex scene. (x)
I LOVE YOU RYAN.
HEY GIRL, IT’S FEMINIST RYAN GOSLING
Holy crap. It’s real-life Feminist Ryan Gosling. Being BRILLIANT.
I saw this episode a little over a week ago with some friends.
Sexy dominatrix Irene Adler aside, I spent a good portion of this whole reveal yelling things like “OH MY GOD” and “WHAT IS HAPPENING”, gesticulating frantically at the screen and spilling gin and tonic all over my lap.
Because I’m apparently six years old and cannot handle things.
But, seriously, this scene was beautifully done.
If only a man could read me like this – *swoon*
♛ sherlock meme | nine scenes [3/9]
If a boy sends you a picture of his penis, send him a picture of a bigger penis.
“These must be the same guys who like to swim in a t-shirt.”
Getting political for a minute, deal with it.
Literally perfection.
I got into it once with a guy who said that women didn’t seem to mind it that much when a bunch of men decided Roe v. Wade. In my opinion, that’s because these men were, in their vote, acknowledging that the decision to have an abortion was not their decision to make and so they were leaving it up to the people who would rightfully decide.
I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
So I’ve discovered clothes pins.
In a big way.
Um, I really like it.
Just need to work out how to get somebody to put them on me.
THIS. EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS.
If you don’t like when I reblog feminism stuff, seriously, just unfollow. There’s nothing keeping you here.
“You have awakened a sleeping giant.”
Good morning.
I can only hope that we keep the momentum going. It’s easy to get fired up and let it fizzle out.